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Re: Biff & Little Britney

Post by Danjo3 on Sun 18 Sep 2011 - 10:49

Obstacle Course


It did not seem all that long ago that CQB was co-ed. However, even though the girls and boys shared class time together, there was a strict rule forbidding them from having practice partners of the opposite sex. Not that such a rule was even necessary, seeing as how none of the girls would ever consider such an arrangement. Needless to say, the boy’s would have liked nothing better.

During one of their breaks, as the girls sat on one side of the gym, and the boys congregated on the other, Stefano was determined to liven things up a bit.

“Come on, do it!” Stefano goaded his little brother.

“No way!” Paolo responded. “She’ll kick my ass!”

“I knew it.” The older boy said. “You’re nothing but a big pussy.”

“No I’m not! I just don’t want to get the crap beat out of me.”

“She’s not going to do shit.”

“Then why don’t you do it?” Paolo asked.

“I have.” Stefano insisted. “I used to feel her up all the time, and she loved it. Shit, she’s got the sweetest tits in the Agency.”

The younger boy cast a worried glace across the gym at his intended target. “I don’t know…”

“Stop being such a chicken! If you can’t do something this simple, there’s no way in hell you’re ever going to be able to kill someone.”

This comment was enough to finally motivate the young boy to act.

Once the break was over, Triela, who was brandishing a rubber knife, squared off with Rachel. “I’m gonna cut ya bitch!” The blond girl did her best street thug imitation. “I’m gonna carve you up like a Christmas ham!”

“That sounds kind of painful.” Rachel laughed. “Can’t you just let me off with a warning?”

Just then, Triela saw Paolo stumble up against her sisters back. Before Rachel could even react, the boy slid his hand under her arm and onto her breast.

It was not just a subtle fondle, but a blatant full handed grab that caused the girl to wince with pain. Rachel knocked the boys hand away and turned on him. At first, she did not believe what had just happened. She looked across the gym and saw Stefano, her former subordinate, doubled over in laughter. She turned back to Paolo and hissed. “You little son of a bitch!” She raised her hand above her head, open palmed, only to have her wrist grabbed at the apex of the swing from behind, a familiar arm wrapping snuggly around her neck.

“Let go!” Rachel yelled as she struggled against her sister.

“Stop it!” Triela tightened her grip. “It’s not worth it!”

The two girls watched as Paolo ran back to his laughing big brother and gave him a high five.

“You mother fuckers!” Rachel lunged at the boys only to have Triela take her feet out from under her and land with her in a heap on the mats.

“Get them out of here!” Triela barked at Amadeo as she lay on top of her thrashing sister. “Get them the fuck out! Now!”

Amadeo quickly hustled the two boys out of the room, Marcello instinctively trailing after them. The incident would mark the end of co-ed CQB training.



The heat that morning on the obstacle course was oppressive. Even at that hour, the mercury had already reached ninety-five degrees, and was steadily climbing. Rachel was immediately struck by it when she stepped out of the cars air-conditioning. After a quick look around, the girl shook her head seeing that Paolo was nowhere to be found. She walked around to the back of Fernando’s Porsche, and after opening the hatch back, hauled out a large cooler that was stocked with bottled water and sandwiches, and set it on a nearby picnic table. She returned to the vehicle and retrieved a pen and clipboard off of the passenger seat. After looking over the attached form that Maria had provided, she filled in the name ‘Paolo Mastroianni’ in the proper space - the woman had seen to it that this was now his official Agency name. In the next blank, Rachel crossed out the title “Handler’ and wrote in ‘Instructor’, before penning her own name.

As Paolo ran towards the course, the first thing he saw was Rachel’s car. He felt a rush of panic as he realized that their first day together was only just starting, yet he had already managed to commit his first infraction.

The girl continued to scrutinize the form as he cautiously approached. Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail, a pair of sunglasses perched atop her head. She also sported a pair of light gray gym shorts and a navy blue t-shirt with a Smith & Wesson logo over the left breast. A silver whistle hung from her neck by a brightly colored lanyard.

“Good morning, Miss Rachel.” The nervous cyborg greeted.

“Good morning, Paolo.” She replied. “Do you happen to know what time it is?”

The young boy started to fidget. “No, ma’am, I don’t.”

“It’s now seven-fifteen.” She stated in a surly voice. “I thought I made it clear that you were to be here at seven sharp.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, I over slept a little.”

“This is what you call getting off on the wrong foot.” She looked up from the clipboard and gave the boy an icy stare. “It doesn’t exactly make a good first impression on me.”

“I’m sorry ma’am. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“It better not.” She then went back to the form. Paolo knew that a copy of the report would eventually land on Maria’s desk, and he hoped she was not making note of his tardiness. “A few things before we get started.” The girl continued to write as she spoke. “I know it’s hot as hell out here, and it’s only going to get hotter, but I don’t accept the weather as an excuse for any pussy whining. If you’re hot or tired, that’s your own problem, not mine. I gotta be out in this shit too, so I don’t want to hear it.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“But if you hurt yourself, that’s a different story.” She added. “If that happens, you’re to let me know immediately. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to let you die.” Rachel put the pen behind her ear and held the clip board at her side. “Maria would never let me hear the end of that. You’ll get breaks, and I’ll make sure you stay hydrated.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Have you been on this course before?” She asked.

“A few times.” He said. “I came with Maria, but I wasn’t very good. I really tried, but…”

“Paolo?” She interrupted. “I didn’t ask for your life story, just a simple yes or no.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“So I take it you know the order of the obstacles?" She asked.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.” She said. “I’m not testing you today, more like evaluating. I want to see for myself if you suck as bad as everyone says you do.”

When Paolo looked down with a forlorn expression on his face, Rachel immediately took her clipboard and gave him a sharp swat on the side of his head. “You can save that pouting shit for your big sister – it doesn’t work on me.”

“Y… yes, ma’am.” The startled boy said as he rubbed his ear.

“I’m not expecting you to break any Agency records, but I do expect you to give it your best shot. Like I said, if you’re not going to give me one hundred percent, then don’t waste my time.”

“Yes, ma’am, I will.”

She closely studied him for a moment, and then said. “Go take your place now.”

Once the boy was at the starting line, Rachel blew her whistle. Paolo darted to the arrangement of tires that were spaced out on the ground, and after a few high steps, promptly fell face first on top of them.

Rachel let out a heavy sigh. “This is going to be a long day…”

As the morning wore on, and the heat bore down, the Puerto Rican girl could see that she had her work cut out for her. It did not take her long to realize that all the accounts she had heard concerning the boys incompetence were more than accurate. He was not only slow, but unreasonably clumsy. If Rachel did not know better, she would swear he was doing it on purpose.

She shook her head as he again struggled to breech the wall. “Let’s go, Paolo! Get your stupid ass over! Pull, pull!”

He slipped off, and after taking a few steps back, charged at it again.

“Miss Petris could get over that faster than you!” She shouted. “Even in high-heels!”

Paolo finally managed to roll over the top, and plop down on the other side like a bag of potatoes. The boy then got to his feet and ran towards the cargo net.

Rachel walked back to the cooler that sat on the picnic table. She lifted the lid, scooped up a handful of ice and started to rub it back and forth across her forehead. “If they paid me, it sure wouldn’t be enough for this shit.” She mumbled to herself.

Just then, she heard the boy scream. She spun around in time to see him fall backwards from the net, his foot entangled in the ropes. Paolo helplessly dangled upside-down, flailing in the air like a fish on a line.

“Son of a…!” Rachel hissed. She dropped the ice and sprinted to the obstacle.

Once there, she scrambled up the net and grabbed the boy by the ankle. “Stop struggling!” She ordered. The girl then looped one arm through the ropes and tried to work the boy free. Suddenly, Paolo’s shoe popped off his foot, and Rachel felt his full weight. His sweaty ankle made it impossible for her to keep a grip, and he slipped through her hands like a wet bar of soap. In his panic, Paolo grabbed for anything he could, which in that situation happened to be Rachel’s gym shorts, and as he plummeted to earth, he pulled them all the way down to her feet.

Paolo hit the ground with a dull thud.

Rachel instantly let go of the ropes and jumped to the ground, landing with the grace of a gymnast dismounting the uneven parallel bars. After quickly snatching her shorts back up to her waist, she knelt in the dust next to Paolo.

“Are you alright?” She anxiously asked.

The gasping boy nodded yes. When she helped him up to a sitting position, she saw a single tear streak a clean path through the dirt on his cheek. “Take it easy.” Rachel said. “You just got the wind knocked out of you, that’s all.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He managed to say.

In spite of herself, Rachel started to gently rub his back. “I swear, you’re the clumsiest bastard I’ve ever seen. How the hell have you managed to live this long?”

“I’m sorry…” His voice was a near whisper.

Once the boy had sufficiently caught his breath, Rachel pulled him to his feet and gave him a quick dusting off. “Better?” She asked.

“Yes, ma’am, I’m fine.” He replied.

“Good. Now put your shoe back on and hit it again.”

“Yes, Miss Rachel.”

As the boy retrieved his shoe, Rachel went back and sat on the picnic table, lightly flapping her sweat soaked t-shirt. She watched as Paolo again made an attempted to navigate the tires. A few minutes later, she glanced over her shoulder and saw her younger sister Britney making her way down the path.

“Oh great.” Rachel muttered to herself. “This is all I need.”

“Hey, Rachel.” Britney smiled. “Wow, sexy shorts.”

Rachel looked down and saw that one side had been torn all the way up to the waist band. Britney laughed and said. “Are you sure it’s a good idea to be showing Paolo that much skin on the first date?”

Rachel scowled at the blonde. “What are you doing here?”

“Nothing special.” Britney replied. “I just happened to be in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by.”

“In the neighborhood, huh?”

“Yep.” The younger girl looked over and smiled warmly at her little brother. “So, how’s he doing?”

“Oh, he’s a real treat.” Rachel frowned. “I don’t think that kid could walk and chew gum at the same time.”

“You’re not being mean to him are you?” Britney asked.

“As a matter of fact, I am – that’s the whole point.”

The blonde girl continued to watch him with a concerned expression. “He looks all hot and sweaty. You’re giving him breaks, right?”

“Would you stop already?!” The exasperated girl said. “God, the way you and Maria baby him, it’s no wonder he can’t do anything right.”

“I don’t baby him.” Britney said defensively.

“Oh yeah?” Rachel looked down at the bag her sister was holding. “Whatcha got there?”

“What do I have where?”

Rachel snatched the bag from her sister, and after reaching inside, pulled out an ice cold bottle of Gatorade.

Britney looked down in embarrassment. “Well… he needs his electrolytes.”

“What a coincidence,” Rachel said, “So do I.” She twisted the cap off with a snap and took in a mouth full.

“Hey! That’s not for you!” The younger girl protested.

Rachel then spit the drink onto the ground. “That little fucker's drinking water today.”

Britney glared at her sister. “You’re just made of bitch, aren’t you?”

“You got it.” Rachel replied. “Now why don’t you just totter on along and let us work in peace?”

“Fine, I’m leaving.” As Britney turned to walked away, she said over her shoulder. “But if that boy gets sun stroke, you’re going to answer to me!”

“Whatever.” Rachel said and then looked down at her exposed upper thigh. “Hey, before you go, switch shorts with me.”

“I’d be happy to, Sis,” The younger girl said with a smirk, “But I really don’t think they’ll fit over that ass of yours.”

Rachel let her head drop into her hand. “I swear to god, Brit…”

“Alright, alright,” Britney laughed as she grabbed her sister’s wrist, “Come on.” The two went behind a small storage shed, and after making the swap, went their separate ways.

Once the Puerto Rican girl was sure Britney was out of sight, she gave a sharp blow on her whistle. “Paolo! Take five!”

As the young boy passed, she held out the Gatorade to him. “Here.” She said. “A little present from Britney.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” As Paolo took the bottle, he quietly said. "I'm sorry about your shorts."

"It's okay." She said. "Shit happens."

"I'll get you some new ones..."

"I said forget it!" Rachel then quickly composed herself, knowing full well that part of her job as Paolo's teacher was to set an example for him to follow. She took a deep breath. "Believe it or not, they’re not the only pair I own."

"Yes, ma'am."

He trotted away and sat down against the storage shed. As Rachel watched him drain half the bottle with his first drink, she again found herself wondering if this had all been a mistake. At the same time, it was also starting to feel like a trap. She had gone out of her way to drill into him the importance of total commitment, one hundred percent or nothing. If she were to back out now, everything she had impressed upon the boy would be nothing more than meaningless, hollow talk.

No, Rachel had given Paolo her word, and as long as he believed, come hell or high water, so would she.


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Re: Biff & Little Britney

Post by Professor Voodoo on Sun 18 Sep 2011 - 11:23

Excellent timing for a new chapter Danjo...the forum's been pretty slow this past week.

“Miss Petris could get over that faster than you!”
Minister Petris: I'll have you know I was quite spry in my day.

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Britney looked down in embarrassment. “Well… he needs his electrolytes.”
“What a coincidence,” Rachel said, “So do I.” She twisted the cap off with a snap and took in a mouth full.
“Hey! That’s not for you!” The younger girl protested.
Rachel then spit the drink onto the ground. “It's what plants crave."
Bonus points to anyone who gets that reference.

Another clever installment. The fact that Rachel did not did not immediately assume the worst and pummel Paolo over the shorts incident shows development in her character.

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Re: Biff & Little Britney

Post by Danjo3 on Sun 18 Sep 2011 - 12:27

Professor Voodoo wrote:Another clever installment. The fact that Rachel did not did not immediately assume the worst and pummel Paolo over the shorts incident shows development in her character.
Glad you liked it Voodoo. As far as her shorts were concerned, she couldn’t have cared less. The boy under her supervision had just fallen off an obstacle and hit the ground. His safety and well being was her first priority, not beating him up.

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Re: Biff & Little Britney

Post by ElfenMagix on Sun 18 Sep 2011 - 22:29

Danjo3 wrote:
Professor Voodoo wrote:Another clever installment. The fact that Rachel did not did not immediately assume the worst and pummel Paolo over the shorts incident shows development in her character.
Glad you liked it Voodoo. As far as her shorts were concerned, she couldn’t have cared less. The boy under her supervision had just fallen off an obstacle and hit the ground. His safety and well being was her first priority, not beating him up.
Ah yes... Rachel's development in this series is something Danjo and I have spoke of it in past posts, its proof is here. Rachel knows what is an accident and what is deliberate action, as shown here in the beginning and later on. Whether Rachel beaten the crap out of Triela for holding her down and letting the boys escape remains to be seen. Her bitchy is something else that is true of her. Thus here we have her as true as possible as she is in my universe. Paolo is mistake on the climbing net is just that, a mistake, one that would have gotten him and his handler killed if on a mission, and Rachel knows this. What little time they will have together to correct this or else Retired Paolo will be a sissy wimp that will be bullied to no end when he goes to school, despite what cyborg strength he may have...

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Re: Biff & Little Britney

Post by Danjo3 on Mon 19 Sep 2011 - 2:36

I also don’t see Rachel as the type of girl who holds life long grudges (I’ve known more then a few of them in my life NO ). Once she cooled down, it was pretty much forgotten. If you’ll remember, in an earlier story when Paolo apologized, it took her a second to remember what it was he was talking about. If she were one of those stereotypical vindictive females, she would never have agreed to train the kid. In my universe, Rachel, like Britney, is able to see what Paolo has become, not what he used to be.

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Post by ElfenMagix on Mon 19 Sep 2011 - 22:55

Rachel is a bit more complex than this. At least in Italy, she is not going go shake trees by having grudges, seeking revenge or basically getting even on the compound. She is beyond that but more importantly, there are not that many who are willing to back her up, as in the case of Triela holding her down instead of smacking Paolo and the rest of the boys across the back of their heads. I'm not questioning why Triela did what she did but if it were done to her, she would have put a couple of rounds into their eye sockets and no female cyborg would have stopped her. They may in fact ran after them, tackled them, and held them while Triela inserted the bullets into their heads manually. But Rachel.... she don't get such respect in either universe. At least she has part of Rico's scalp as a trophy.

I'm not questioning how you are writing Rachel, I did approve this and you do write her parallel to how I do in my stories. I say despite differences on how we see her, keep it up the good work.

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Re: Biff & Little Britney

Post by Danjo3 on Wed 21 Sep 2011 - 2:00

ElfenMagix wrote:At least in Italy, she is not going go shake trees by having grudges, seeking revenge or basically getting even on the compound. She is beyond that but more importantly, there are not that many who are willing to back her up, as in the case of Triela holding her down instead of smacking Paolo and the rest of the boys across the back of their heads. I'm not questioning why Triela did what she did but if it were done to her, she would have put a couple of rounds into their eye sockets and no female cyborg would have stopped her. They may in fact ran after them, tackled them, and held them while Triela inserted the bullets into their heads manually. But Rachel.... she don't get such respect in either universe. At least.
I really don’t see Triela killing a kid over a boob grab. Yeah, it’s a shitty thing to do, no doubt, but it’s not exactly a crime against humanity, and definitely doesn’t warrant the death penalty. I give her a little more credit than that. She’d probably give him a good old fashion bitch slapping and leave it at that.

As for Rachel, Triela knew how pissed off she was, and simply wanted to keep her from doing anything she might regret. In other words, trying to keep her out of trouble. We all know how the Agency feels about cyborgs that spin out of control. If Rachel had done any serious damage, she might have ended up getting a free brain tune-up. But here again, I see killing Paolo as a major overreaction to a minor offence.

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Re: Biff & Little Britney

Post by ChaosKin640 on Wed 21 Sep 2011 - 9:24

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Britney looked down in embarrassment. “Well… he needs his electrolytes.”
“What a coincidence,” Rachel said, “So do I.” She twisted the cap off with a snap and took in a mouth full.
“Hey! That’s not for you!” The younger girl protested.
Rachel then spit the drink onto the ground. “It's what plants crave."
Bonus points to anyone who gets that reference.

Another clever installment. The fact that Rachel did not did not immediately assume the worst and pummel Paolo over the shorts incident shows development in her character.
Idiocracy for the win!

As for this latest chapter, Danjo, I echo the sentiments everyone else has expressed. Another excellent installment.

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Re: Biff & Little Britney

Post by ElfenMagix on Wed 21 Sep 2011 - 21:34

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Britney looked down in embarrassment. “Well… he needs his electrolytes.”
“What a coincidence,” Rachel said, “So do I.” She twisted the cap off with a snap and took in a mouth full.
“Hey! That’s not for you!” The younger girl protested.
Rachel then spit the drink onto the ground. “It's what plants crave."
Bonus points to anyone who gets that reference.
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Re: Biff & Little Britney

Post by Professor Voodoo on Wed 21 Sep 2011 - 22:07

ChaosKin640 wrote:Idiocracy for the win!
ElfenMagix wrote:Are there White Castles outside of the NYC area?
Hmmm...can you get Brawndo at White Castle now? I might have to visit the area again soon...I need electrolytes.


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Re: Biff & Little Britney

Post by Danjo3 on Sun 16 Oct 2011 - 12:09

Winds of Change


It was ten o’clock in the morning when Rachel and Paolo entered the indoor shooting range. Rachel held her pistol case at her side, while the boy hauled a canvas duffle bag which contained the equipment they would be using that day. As they approached the reception window, the man on duty closely scrutinized them.

“You’re good to go, Rachel,” The man said, “But I’m afraid the kid’s not allowed.”

“He has authorization now.” She said. “It should be under Mastroianni.”

The man then rolled his office chair over to the computer, and brought up the name. Sure enough, it had been cleared by Jean.

“You’re right.” He rolled back to the window. “No one ever tells me shit around here. Go ahead then.”

“Thanks.” She replied.

Paolo’s new status gave him a whole new outlook on his situation. After being banned for so long, he was now free to handle firearms again. Granted, it could only be done under the direct supervision of Maria or Rachel, but even so, it was still a step in the right direction. For the first time in what seemed like ages, Paolo felt he could finally hold his head up again.

Being by Rachel’s side even made him feel a bit cocky. As they stepped into the elevator Paolo said. “That dude better show me some respect next time.”

“Shut the fuck up!” She glared at the boy. “You’re nothing but a snot nose punk! And if I ever hear about you disrespecting anyone, you’re going to be in for a world of hurt!”

“Y… yes, ma’am.” The cowering boy said.

Once they had made their way down to the range, Rachel picked out a stall, and set her pistol on the table. An overly eager Paolo dropped the duffle bag and reached for the case, only to have his hand slapped. “Back off, Ringo!” She said with a scowl. “We need to put in some class time first.”

“That’s bogus.” He said. While Paolo was grateful for the senior girl’s tutelage, he was not expecting to have to start back at square one. It made him feel that the time he had already served was meaningless. “I know what I’m doing.”

Rachel suddenly grabbed him by the collar and lifted him to his tiptoes. “Do you want to fire this weapon, or spend the day trying to dislodge it from your ass?”

“Alright!” The startled boy instinctively threw his hands up to protect himself. “Whatever you say.” Back in the days when Maria was still abusing him, being grabbed like this was inevitably followed by a back hand across the face. Though the mental wounds she had inflicted on him had started to heal, they still ran deep.

“That’s better.” Rachel, sensing his distress, quickly released him and straightened his shirt. “You keep smarting off to me like that and you’ll find yourself minus some teeth.”

“I’m sorry.” He said in a chastised tone. “I’m just excited, that’s all.”

“You shouldn’t be!” Rachel snapped. “You’re training to kill people here. It’s nothing to be excited about, Paolo, its serious business.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The young boy knew he would never be called upon to go on a hit, but he appreciated how seriously Rachel was taking his training. She almost made him feel as though he were truly in the fight again.

After she was well into her speech about firing range safety, Rachel could see that her young student was starting to space off. “Are you paying attention?” She asked.

“Yeah, I am.” The boy was obliviously frustrated. “And I was also paying attention the first time I heard it.”

“Are you getting smart with me again?” She growled.

“No, ma’am, it’s just…” Paolo stopped himself and slumped. “No, ma’am.”

“You think you known it all, don‘t you?”

“No, ma’am.” He said quietly. “I don’t.”

“Damn right you don’t.” She said curtly. Rachel could see that it was now or never. When she had first told Maria she felt firearms training needed to be part of the boy’s curriculum, the woman was more then a little apprehensive. The thought of a gun in the hand of her soon to be son made her cringe, but Rachel had insisted that the psychological boost was just what Paolo needed. Ultimately, Maria bowed to the girl’s request.

Rachel unzipped the case and took out her pistol. “Alright, one more time – what do you always do?”

“Keep the weapon pointed down range.”

“And what are you never to do?”

“Turn around on the line with a gun in my hand.”

“Correct.” She said. “And if you have a problem?”

“Set the weapon down and raise my hand.”

“Excellent.” She gave him a very rare smile. “You’re not a stupid as you look, and that’s saying a lot because you look pretty stupid.”

His senior’s apparent good mood emboldened the boy to make an inquiry. “Miss Rachel?”

“What is it?”

“Um, do you think there’s any chance you might be able to get my gun back for me?”

“What makes you think I can do that?”

“I don’t know.” He said with a shrug. “I just thought that maybe you have some pull or something.”

“Well I don’t.” She responded. “Besides, they’ve probably already given it to someone else by now.”

“Bastards!” Paolo kicked the stalls partition. “That was mine. Where do they get off…?”

“Settle down.” She reached over a swatted the back of his head. “If you can show me you’re not dangerous, I don’t have a problem with you using mine. Hell, I helped train Brit, and you can’t possibly suck much worse than she did.”

“Yeah,” He said sullenly, “And Britney has two weapons now… and she gets to fire them all by herself.”

“That didn’t happen overnight you know.” She explained. “Brit worked damn hard to get where she’s at. You’re too impatient, that’s your problem. We’re just getting started, and here already you want your own gun.” She studied him for a moment before adding. “El que quiera pescado, que se moje el culo.”

Paolo, having no understanding of Spanish, gave her a quizzical look. “What does that mean?”

“It’s a proverb.” She said. “In Italian, it basically means, ‘If you want a fish, you need to get your ass wet.’”

The young boy was still not catching her drift. “What would I want with a fish?”

“You little moron.” Rachel pinched the bridge of her nose. “It means if you want something, you have to work for it!”

“Yes, ma’am.” He said, feeling somewhat foolish. “I get it.”

“It’s the same way with you and all the girls here.” She started to take boxes of ammunition from her duffle bag and handed them to Paolo, who it turn stacked them on the table. “Even though you treated us all like shit for so long, you still expect us all to like you now. You may not be the prick you used to be, but that sure as hell doesn’t mean all is instantly forgiven. It takes time.”

“Miss Rachel?” Paolo asked quietly. “Do you think you’ll ever be able to forgive me?”

The Puerto Rican girl stopped unpacking her gear, and with a long sigh looked up at the young cyborg. “I already did. Do you honestly think we’d be here if I hadn’t?” She then tried to ignore the shy smile starting on his face. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not still pissed off about your little grope-fest.”

The boy checked his smile and asked. “Would it help if I told you it was peer pressure?”

“No, it wouldn’t.” She went back to her work. “Actually, I’d be disappointed that you were trying to blame someone else for your own stupidity.” She fished out a pair of shooting muffs and handed them to him.

“I don’t want to wear those.” He said with a frown. “They’re for sissies.”

“I’m wearing them.” Rachel held up the ear plugs she wore around her neck. “You calling me a sissy?”

“No, ma’am.” He quickly took the muffs.

“I swear, you’re just begging for an ass whooping today, aren’t you?”

“Sorry, ma‘am.” Paolo was now getting that same old nagging feeling he used to get with Maria. A feeling that he could neither say nor do anything right.

“Here.” She tossed him a pair of safety glasses. “Gonna bitch about those too?”

“No, ma’am.” He quickly placed them on his face. Shortly there after, she fitted the boy with a belt, on which there was a holster and magazine holder.

Rachel paused to look the boy over before grabbing him by the ear and pulling him up to the table.

“Alright, now listen up.” She instructed. “I want you to load two clips with eight rounds each. After that, you’re to put one clip on your belt, and the other in the pistol. Once you’ve done that, holster the pistol, nothing else. Do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am.” Rachel watched the boy carefully until the tasks were complete.

“Now, I want you to carefully take out your weapon, arm it, take off the safety, and re-holster it.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Paolo did as he was told, then stood facing the target.

“When I say get ready, you’re to put on your ear protection and place your hand on your weapon. When you hear the whistle, draw the weapon and fire all eight rounds at the target. Once you’ve finished, holster your weapon. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And what do you do if there’s a problem?”

Paolo impatiently sighed and rolled his eyes. “Set the weapon down and raise my hand.”

“Excellent.” She gave him a pat on the shoulder. “You play your cards right and I might give you a cookie when we’re done.”

Paolo gave her a sarcastic smile. “Gee, thanks.”

“Alright nimrod, get ready.” She said, putting in her ear plugs.

The boy put on his muffs, took a firm stance, and placed his hand on the pistol. Once Rachel was satisfied, she took several steps back, and after making the sign of the cross, blew her whistle.

Paolo tried to draw the weapon, unfortunately nothing happed. He yanked at the pistol several more times, but it simply would not budge. The frustrated boy finally had to admit defeat, and raised his hand.

Rachel shook her head and stepped up behind him, pulling the muffs down around his neck. “What’s the problem?”

“It’s stuck.” The perplexed boy replied.

After a quick inspection, she slapped her hand to her forehead and said. “It’s the thumb break, Paolo. You just snapped it closed yourself. How the hell could you possibly forget about it?”

“Sorry.” His embarrassment was almost painful. “I guess I’m a little nervous.”

“A little stupid is more like it.” Rachel took a deep cleansing breath. “Let’s try it again, only this time when I blow the whistle, you’re to unsnap the holster, then draw the weapon. Think you can handle that?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

On the second try, all seemed to go smoothly and he successfully discharged all eight rounds. However, when it came to Paolo, Rachel could clearly see that success was a relative term. Of the eight shots fired, only one hit the intended target.

“Great, just great.” The girl started to rub her temples. “It’s Britney all over again.”



While Rachel struggled to mold her seemingly hopeless student into something resembling an SWA Operative, a pivotal meeting was taking place in the office of Section 2 Chief Lorenzo.

“Are you serious?” Jean asked his boss.

“You yourself said she was capable.” The Chief picked up a stack of papers from his desk and held them up for Jean to see. “All of her recent evaluations say the same thing. We’ve started some of the other girl’s with a lot less then this.”

“She may look good on paper, but…”

“I also had a long talk with Bianchi.” Lorenzo lit a match and sucked the flame into his pipe. “He tells me that as long as we let her stay here, she’s willing to do whatever we ask of her.”

“As long as we let her stay with Biff.” Jean said. “That’s what she means.”

“Does it really make any difference?” He slowly leaned back in his chair. “The Doctor says the girl wants to work, so why not let her?”

“Why can’t we just leave well enough alone?” Jean asked the Chief.

Lorenzo sighed. “Listen, you know as well as I do we’ve got too much time and money invested in that girl to just let her sit around on her ass and do nothing. Even if it’s a one time deal, we have to know for sure whether or not she’s capable of eliminating a target.”

“What about Biff?” Jean stood up and walked to the window. “He’s not going to like this one little bit. Can we really afford to piss him off?”

“It’s the last thing I want to do,” The Chief said, “But it can’t be helped. The higher ups are really putting a lot of heat on me. I just can’t cover for her anymore, Biff or no Biff. She‘s becoming a serious embarrassment to the entire Agency.”

“You know, when he finds out, there’s a good chance he’ll try and get her out of the country, and I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to be the guy who tries to stop him.”

“Neither do I. Let’s just hope we can talk some sense into him.”

“And if we can’t?”

“He’s not going to be the first sibling we approach.” Lorenzo took the pipe from his mouth and studied it. “We’re going to have a little chat with Miss Kensington first.” When he glanced up and saw the quizzical look on jean face, he continued. “From what I’ve seen and heard, she’s got the guy on a leash. Pussy whipped, is the best way to describe it. I don‘t think there’s another human being on earth who could do that to the legendary Biff Steele.”

“She’s definitely a manipulative little bitch, I’ll give you that.” Jean said. “But she’s still his little sister.”

“There‘s something I think you‘re forgetting. Britney has an ace up her sleeve none of the other girls have - a life outside of the Agency, one she actively participates in, something she can always go back to go back to. She’s not reliant on her brother or us for her life the way the other girls are. That independence gives her a kind of leverage that’s unique to all of our cyborgs, and as such, plays right into our hands.”

“And you really think she’ll use that leverage against Biff?” Jean asked.

“I certainly don’t think she’ll want to, but if we dangle a mission in front of her, she’s going to do whatever it takes to get it, and Britney’s in a perfect position to force the issue. All we have to do is capitalize on her strength, while at the same time exploiting Biff’s weakness. I’m thinking we take a two prong approach.” He leaned forward and put his elbows on the desk. “We break it to Biff nice and slow, letting him know how powerless over the situation he really is, and threaten the absolute hell out of Britney. The shrinks tell me she’s a girl who’s used to getting what she wants. We play this right, and she’ll do all the work for us.”

“I don’t suppose they’d just let her pay them back, would they?” Jean sank back into his chair. “She can do it you know.”

“I wish to God they would.” The Chief said with a sad smile. “But I’m afraid Britney’s worth a hell of lot more than money now.”

“So what happens if they tell us to fuck-off, and both of them walk out the front door?”

“Then we’re pretty much screwed.” He studied the blue smoke that drifted from his pipe. “But that’s a chance I willing to take. If this works the way it think it will, we’ll have them both right where we want them.”

“I just want to go on record as saying I think this is a bad idea.” Jean knew there was no point in trying to argue. The decision was made before he even walked into the room.

“Duly noted.” Lorenzo reclined back in his chair. “I want offer her an easy assignment, you know, something to get her feet wet. I want to put her up front, but I’m not going to risk a high profile fuck-up. What’d you have along those lines?”

Though Jean disagreed with Lorenzo and his superiors, he resigned himself to the situation. After all, what choice did he have? “We’ve got a low priority mark that’s been on the back burner for about six months now. A rat with the GIS, guy by the name of Lt. Luchino Pasolini. He’s been funneling intel to the Rome faction. It’s a small leak, but it’s still there, more of an irritation then anything else.”

The Chief nodded his approval. “Have you worked anything up on it yet?”

“Yeah.” Jean paused before continuing. “The bastard has a taste for the little girls.”

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. “Is that right?”

Jean lit up a cigarette before continued. “He frequents a pimp in Testaccio who traffics underage Sicilian girls. Usually shows up about once a week, so I know he trusts the guy. The plan was to lean on the pimp and have one of the cyborgs pose as some of his merchandise. It’s pretty simple and straight forward, something even Britney would have a hard time fucking up.”

“Sounds perfect.” The Chief said. “A low risk factor should help make Biff more receptive to the idea. He’s going to be out of town for a few more days, so as soon as possible, I want you to have a talk with Britney. Let her know her future with the SWA hinges on this.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I want you to smother her with kindness, Jean.” He emphasized. “But leave no doubt in her mind that if for any reason she’s unable to fulfill this mission, her little vacation to Atlanta is going to be a one-way. Soon as Biff gets back, we’ll take to him together.”

“What’s the matter?” Jean said with a smile. “Don’t want to be alone with him when you break the news?”

The Chief returned his smile. “Let’s just say there’s safety in numbers.”


THE END


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Re: Biff & Little Britney

Post by Professor Voodoo on Sun 16 Oct 2011 - 13:10

The Chief nodded his approval. “Have you worked anything up on it yet?”

“Yeah.” Jean paused before continuing. “The bastard has a taste for the little girls.”

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. “Is that right?”
Well, if ever there was a mission tailor made for Britney this is the one.

Also; Rachel's dialogue is just perfect in this chapter. Looking forward to seeing where both plot lines lead...

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Re: Biff & Little Britney

Post by Kiskaloo on Sun 16 Oct 2011 - 17:10

Excellent.

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Re: Biff & Little Britney

Post by ChaosKin640 on Sun 16 Oct 2011 - 17:21

Well, if ever there was a mission tailor made for Britney this is the one.
I guess the question then becomes: does she kill him before...or after she gets some...personal satisfaction out of him?
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Post by Kiskaloo on Sun 16 Oct 2011 - 17:45

Depending on how old he is, she might be able to just kill him from exhaustion. Wink

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Post by ChaosKin640 on Sun 16 Oct 2011 - 18:19



...nuff said.
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Post by ElfenMagix on Sun 16 Oct 2011 - 22:24

lol

Great work, Danjo.
Small typo- you got 'resent' instead of 'recent.'

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Post by Danjo3 on Mon 17 Oct 2011 - 17:25

Thanks guys.

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Post by ElfenMagix on Mon 17 Oct 2011 - 23:06

Danjo3 wrote:Thanks guys.

@ Elfen - you’ll be happy to know I found a then/than fuck-up all on my own. Very Happy
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Post by Danjo3 on Sun 6 Nov 2011 - 12:06

Winds of Change
Part II


As little Britney knocked on the door of Jean’s office, she feared the worst. The fact he wanted to see her without Biff being present struck her as somewhat ominous. She had racked her brain in an effort to come up with whatever it was that she had done wrong during the time her big brother had been out of town, but could think of nothing. Sure, a few nights before she, Marcello, and Claes had snuck up to the roof of the dorm to share a joint, but there was no way anyone could have found out about that.

Once the girl had steeled her courage, she gently wrapped on the door. Straight away, a voice from within prompted her to enter. Britney opened the door and stepped into the room, where Jean was in the middle of pouring himself a cup of coffee.

Britney took a deep breath. “Um… you wanted to see me, sir?”

“Come on in, Britney.” He gave her a warm smile. “Please, have a seat.”

“Yes, sir.” She cautiously took one of the two chairs in front of his desk.

“Can I get you some coffee?” He asked as he finished filling his own cup.

“No thank you.” Almost immediately, the girl was struck by his informal demeanor. She had expected to bear the full brunt of one of his all to familiar tirades the minute she walked into the room.

He sat down behind his desk, and after putting his mug on a coaster, folded his hands in front of him. “It’s been a while since we’ve had a chance to talk, hasn’t it?”

Britney was about to point out that they had never really talked at all. The last time he had spoken to her was a somewhat chilly morning on the shooting range, and even then it was only to scold her for not wearing a bra. “If I want to know the temperature,” He said, referring to her nipples, “I’ll look at a thermometer.” Once the man had turned his back, Britney lifted up her shirt, exposing her breasts, and stuck her tongue out at him. This act of defiance nearly caused Triela to wet herself as she struggled to suppress her laughter.

She decided it would be best not to say anything that might incur his wrath. “Yes, sir.”

“Are you sure I can’t get you something?” He asked again. Britney found it hard to take her eyes off of his smile. Even though she knew Jean despised her, the cyborg still harbored a strong physical attraction to him, not to mention the fact she was irresistibly drawn to alpha males. Seeing the handsome man smile at her for the first time actually gave her butterflies in the stomach.

“No thank you, sir,” She hoped he did not notice the blush that was starting on her cheeks, “I’m fine.”

Jean gave her a nod, then after lighting a cigarette, leaned back in his chair. “I know you’ve probably got a lot to do today, so we’ll just get to it.” He said. “First off, I want you to know how proud I am of all you’ve accomplished here at the Agency. When you first came to us, you were nothing but a joke. Now I’d be willing to put you up against any of the other girls.”

“I don’t know about that…” She lowered her head to hide a shy smile.

“It’s true.” He insisted. “And what really impresses the hell out of me is that for the most part, you’ve done it all on your own.”

Britney’s head popped up. “Not all of it.” She said. “I mean, without Biff…”

“I’m sure he gave you some moral support,” Jean interrupted, “But I think it’s safe to say you would’ve made it to this level with or without him. I wish all the cyborgs had the kind of initiative and determination you do.”

“Thank you, sir.” She answered, not exactly sure how to take a compliment that so praised her, while at the same time criticizing her big brother.

“I should be thanking you.” He replied. “It’s a shame you weren’t around when I was choosing my little sister. I would have snatched you up in a heart beat.”

Britney was having a difficult time understanding where this meeting was going. For all she could figure out, it could be anything from a simple pat on the back, to a handler’s promotion. Jean’s skillful manipulation had kept his true intentions from ever even crossing her mind.

“A talented operative and pretty to boot.” Jean said in a flirtatious voice. “I almost wish I could talk Biff into swapping girls with me.”

She now started wondering if Jean might actually be coming on to her. What other reason could there be for his uncharacteristic behavior? Suddenly, a lurid picture of the man taking her right then and there on his desk flashed though her mind. If that were indeed the case, she knew full well that no amount of loyalty to Rico would be enough to keep her from surrendering herself to him.

“Unfortunately, none of that matters anymore.” As the smile melted away from his face, Britney could plainly see that sex was not the focus of the meeting. “This is hard for me to say, but I have some bad news for you.”

“What is it?” She anxiously asked.

“As you already know, I’ve approved your trip to Atlanta with the other cyborgs.” Jean paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “But I’m afraid once it’s over… we’re not going to be asking you to come back.”

“What?!” Britney’s eyes went wide.

“I’m really sorry.” He answered. “We’ve done a lot of thinking about this, and while we really appreciate all you’ve done, your services are no longer going to be required.”

“I don’t understand.” The bewildered girl said. “What did I do?”

“It’s not so much what you’ve done, Britney,” He replied, “It’s more what you haven’t done.”

“Alright then, what haven’t I done?”

“The very thing all of the others girls have been doing all along.” Jean said. “Field assignments, missions. You’ve really impressed me with all the training you’ve been putting in, but you and I both know that training by its self is just not enough.”

Jean was pleased by the look of total shock on the young girl’s face. His bluff seemed to be working perfectly. “Think about it Britney. You have a multi-national corporation. You of all people should know how it works. When your company hires someone, you give them a certain amount of time to acquaint themselves with the position, then you expect them to do their job. If for some reason they can’t, you have to let them go. That’s the way it is in the real world.”

“But I don’t want to go.” Britney could feel a buzz of panic in her head. “This is my family! All my friends…”

“Do you really think it’s fair to your friends if you stay?” Jean patiently continued. “Tell me something, how do you feel wearing that uniform of yours when you know you haven’t earned it? It’s a source of pride for the other girls, something they hold sacred, but all you’re doing is playing dress up.”

To little Britney, this was the ultimate slap in the face. While she was unaware that Jean’s threat of termination was nothing but a ruse, she knew that everything he was saying about her was painfully true.

“I never said I wouldn’t take assignment.” She felt herself on the verge of tears. “Please, Jean, you have to give me a chance. Let me go on a mission!”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yes!” She implored. “I can do it!”

“I believe you, Britney, I really do.” He said, his smile sympathetic and fake. “And I’d love nothing more then to give you that chance. As a matter of fact, I’ve got one lined up I think you’d be perfect for.”

“Then what’s the problem?” She asked. “Put me on it.”

Jean leaned towards the girl and intensified his gaze. “I think you know what the problem is.”

The realization set in almost instantly. “Biff?” She asked.

“Yeah, Biff.” He sadly shook his head. “Like I said, I believe in you, and so does the Chief, but it kind of looks to me like… well, Biff doesn’t.”

“That’s not true.” She said quietly. “He does believe in me. I know he does.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to put him down.” Jean said. “I know how much he cares for you, but it’s that very thing that’s clouding his judgment. I think he needs to see for himself just how talented you really are.”

“You think so.”

“I know so.” He said. “Listen, when Rico went on her first mission, I felt the same way he does now.” This of course was yet another lie. “But once I saw how good she was, I never doubted her again. You need to prove yourself, Britney. And not only to Biff, but everyone here at the agency you care about.”

Britney was silent for a moment, staring down at her hands. When she finally looked up, the man saw tears on her cheeks. “Jean?” She asked in a quivering voice. “If I go on this mission, will you let me stay?”

“I’d be happy to let you stay.” He knew the trap he set was now sprung. He got up from his desk and sat down in the chair next to her. “You know I don’t want this.”

“Then let me do it.” She said sniffling. “I want that mission, Jean, please.”

The man reached over and stroked her hair. “And what about Biff?”

“Don’t worry about him.” She insisted. “I’ll take care of it.”

“You’re really something, you know that?” He smiled. “We were going to put Beatrice on it, but for now, it’s all yours.”

“Thank you, sir.” Without thinking, she placed her hand on his, however, once she realized what she was doing it was quickly retracted.

“The rest is up to you now.” He took his hand from her hair and started rubbing her shoulder. Jean knew all to well how reassuring physical contact can be, especially to a child. “I can’t make it happen without your help.”

“Yes, sir.” She then added. “Jean, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” He replied in a honey sweet voice.

“Is there any rule… I mean, is there anything that says… that I can’t do this by myself?”

This was more then Jean could have ever hoped for. Not only did he have Britney running scared, but he had in effect, driven a wedge into her fratello. The man did his best to put on a mock expression of surprise. “You mean without Biff?”

“It’s not what want,” She said looking back down at her hands, “But if there’s no other way…”

“You see? This is exactly why I don’t want to lose you.” He tilted up her chin and reset his fake smile. “No, Britney, there’s nothing that says you can do it alone.”

“I think that if I could just talk to him…”

“Britney, I’m going to do you one better.” He started to stoke her wet cheek with his thumb. “If for some reason, Biff just can’t bring himself to be a part of this, I’d be more then happy to stand in for him.”

The young girl almost felt herself being hypnotized by this man. “You mean… take his place?”

“It’s not something I thought I’d ever do,” He said, “But I can see how important this is to you. If you’re willing to do whatever it takes, then so am I.”

Britney looked away from him as the sickening act of betrayal he was suggesting started to sink in. “I… I could never do that to him.”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” He put his hand back on her shoulder, carefully maintaining the physical contact. “Just the same, I’m keeping the offer open, okay?”

“Yes, sir.” The young girl started to shiver as if she were cold.

“I want you to do something for me.” He said. “Me and the Chief are going to see Biff as soon as he gets back tomorrow, and I think it would be best if we were the first ones to talk to him about this.”

“Yes, sir.” She said. “I understand.”

“Good girl.” He patted her head one last time. “You run along now, and try not to worry about it too much.”

When the young girl stepped into the hallway, she nearly collided with the Chief. “Oh, buon giorno, Signor Lorenzo.”

“Buon giorno, Britney.” He said with a smile. He watched after her for a moment as she trotted off down the hall.

“How did it go?” The Chief asked Jean.

“Our little player just got played.” His voice did not betray the pride he felt in his accomplishment. “She’s completely on our side. We don’t have to win Biff over anymore, just soften him up a bit.”

“Didn’t I tell you?” Lorenzo said. “Britney’s going to prove he’s not the immovable object everyone thinks he is.”

“Your right.” Jean agreed. “But we still have to talk to him, and I gotta tell you, it’s not something I’m not looking forward to.”

“Don’t worry about it.” The Chief said. “We finally got him on our pitch now.”



It was late Sunday afternoon when Biff arrived back at the Agency. He, along with Victor Hillshire and Marco Toni had just spent the last three days in Brussels attending an EU anti-terrorism conference. Jean had seen to it that he was intercepted as soon as possible. He knew it was vital to their plan that they speak to the man before his little sister got the chance. When he had checked in at the reception desk, the woman there informed him that Chief Lorenzo needed to see him as soon as possible, and that it was considered high priority.

“God, don’t these people know it’s Sunday?” He joked to the receptionist. “They’re sure getting their moneys worth out of me.” She gave him a warm smile as he picked up his bags and headed for his room.

He had no sooner entered the compound proper then he encountered Jean and his girl Rico. “Welcome back, Biff.” The man greeted. “How was the conference?”

“Not too bad.” He answered. “Of course they really didn’t tell us anything we didn’t already know.”

“That’s what I figured.” Jean said with a laugh. “Hey, did you get the message when you came in?”

“Yeah, as soon as I get settled in…”

“That’s where I’m headed right now.” He held on to his friendly demeanor.

“I’d kind of like to look in on Brit first.” Not long ago, Britney had started a souvenir collection, and he was looking forward to giving her the snow globe he had picked up for her on his trip.

“Don’t worry, she’s fine.” He then looked down at his cyborg. “Rico, why don’t you take Mr. Steele’s bags to his room.”

“Yes, sir.” After slinging the totes over her shoulders, she dutifully headed off.

“We’d better get going.” Jean’s smile was now noticeably subdued. “He’s waiting on us.”

The meeting went pretty much the way Jean and the Chief expected it to. Once they finally got around to informing him of their intent to put Britney on an assassination mission, he had flow into a rage. He let them know, in no uncertain term, that she would go on the assignment over his dead body. “What the fuck?!” He shouted. “I thought we had a deal?!”

“That so called deal you’re taking about was simply an understanding that your girl wouldn’t be forced to anything she wasn’t capable of.” Lorenzo explained. “As long as she was fucking up, we had no problem with letting her sit on the side lines while you did her work. That’s all changed now – she’s more then ready to take her place with the other cyborgs in the field.”

“It was a nice try Steele.” Jean’s expression was like stone. “But not good enough.”

“What‘d you mean by that?” Biff growled.

“Exactly what everyone here already knows.” He shot back. “You’ve been intentionally sabotaging that girl from the very start. You thought by fucking her up, you could keep her from doing what she’s always wanted to do. Well guess what? It didn’t work. Despite all you did to her, she turned around and threw a monkey wrench in your little plan, now didn’t she?”

“You son of a bitch…!” Biff took his hands out of his lap and griped the arms of the chair. .

“That’s enough!” The Chief shouted. “This shit’s getting us nowhere. Let’s everyone just calm down.”

Lorenzo waited until Biff’s anger dropped to a safe level. This precaution was imperative, considering what he was about to say.

“Biff, you act as though you and Britney are unique here. Do you really think you’re the only one who cares about his girl? You think you’re the only guy who’s having a crisis of conscience? Every handler here has a problem with what they’re doing, but I never see any of them trying to pull the kind of shit you are, and you want to know why? It’s because they, like you, knew what the score was when they signed up. You walked in with your eyes wide open, Biff, no one put a gun to your head. I’m going to honest, this holier then thou crap of yours is starting to wear really thin. It’s high time you suck it in and man-up to your responsibilities.”

Both Jean and Lorenzo braced themselves for Biff reaction. To their surprise, the big man started to slump in his chair. It was as though the full weight of his career, and what he had done to Britney was finally coming to rest square on his shoulders. He almost seemed to be bending under its weight.

“You’re right.” He said, sounding more tired then angry. “But it still doesn’t change the way I feel, and it never will. Maybe it’s just time for me to be moving on.”

“You’re free to go whenever you want.” The Chief now played his final card. “But if you walk out those doors, know this – you’ll be doing it alone.”

Biff now felt like a prize fighter who was on the losing end of fifteen rounds. “What’s that suppose to mean?”

“Britney’s not going anywhere.” He explained. “She belongs to us. Not only that, she’s as determined to stay here as much as we want to keep her. You might as well know right now – she already accepted the assignment. She’s going to start prepping Tuesday morning, so I suggest you either get on board or leave her alone.”

“I want to talk to her.” Biff drew a heavy sigh. “I mean, if that’s alright with you. I wouldn’t want to mess with your fucking property or anything.”

“Don’t get me wrong.” Lorenzo said. “You’re still her big brother, and she needs you now more then ever. Maybe this would be a good time for you to stop thinking about yourself for a change, and try being there for your little sister.”

The big man glared at the Chief, then at Jean. He slowly pulled himself to his feet, and exited the room without saying a word. The two men had done their job, and done it well, but that did nothing to abate the air of guilt that now hung in the room.

“Well, I guess the balls in Britney’s court now.” Lorenzo said with a sigh. “If she doesn’t pull this off, we’re fucked.”

“I don’t think you need to worry about that.” He said, looking a bit shaken. “Did you see that poor bastard? He’s got nothing left.” Jean was more the a little troubled by seeing what he and the Agency had managed to do to the legendry man.

“Yeah, I know.” The Chief leaned back and closed his eyes. “Biff‘s a damn fine man… he‘s doesn’t deserve this...”

“I could really use drink about now.” Jean said as he nervously synched up his tie. “Care to join me? I’m buying.”

“Sure.” Lorenzo replied grimly. “If it’ll get me the fuck away from this place for awhile.”



When Britney heard the knock on her door, she had no doubt about who it was. “Come in.” She nervously said.

Biff entered and stood looking at her for a moment, running his hand through his hair. The big man then took a seat opposite her at the table.

After a tense pause, Britney asked. “You talked to Jean?”

“Yeah, I did.” He answered.

“And did he tell you I was taking the mission?”

“He told me all kinds of bullshit.” His voice was strangely cold. “And you’re not taking anything. First thing tomorrow morning I’m buying you a plane ticket home…”

“You can do whatever you want.” She countered with equal determination. “But I won’t go. This is my home now.”

“No it’s not!” Biff glared at the girl. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into here!”

“Then I guess I’ll find out, won’t I?” It nearly broke Britney’s heart to treat her big brother this way, but she simply could see no other alternative. “I really want you by my side on this, Biff, but if that’s impossible… I’m going to do it alone.”

“I’ll be damned.” Biff sadly shook his head. “Jean really did a number on you, didn’t he? He’s got your head so fucked-up you don’t even know…”

“I know exactly what I’m doing!” The girl snapped. “It’s something I should have been dong all along! You’ve always said that if a mission ever came up I’d have to go home, but I never once agreed to that. I said we’d cross that bridge when we came to it. Well like it or not, we’re here, and I’ve decided I’m going to do my job.”

Biff rested his head in his hands. “Brit, please don’t do this.”

“I’m sorry.” She now had to keep herself from crying. “I don’t want to hurt you, but my mind is made up.”

He looked up at her with defeated eyes. The little girl he had held onto for so long was now being pulled away from his protective embrace. “There’s nothing I can say, is there?”

Britney looked down at the table and shook her head no.

“I guess that’s it then.” He slowly stood up and started for the door. “I failed you, Brit. I’m sorry…”

“Biff, wait!” She anxiously asked. “Are… are you going to help me?”

“Sure, I’ll help you.” He did not bother to stop. “That’s what the Agency pays me for, isn’t it?”

His words stabbed the young girl in the heart. The dire ramifications of the new path she had chosen were just now starting to dawn on her. Britney knew she had hurt the big man badly, and could only pray that in the end he would come to understand why she had done it. It was the biggest gamble in her young life, one that would either make or break her.

Alone in her room, Britney put her head down on her arms and began to weep.


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Post by Professor Voodoo on Tue 8 Nov 2011 - 2:10

Sorry to take so long replying...this is seriously one of your best chapters. Tense throughout, well paced and great use of the characters. More complete thoughts to come...

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Post by Danjo3 on Wed 9 Nov 2011 - 3:10

Professor Voodoo wrote:Sorry to take so long replying...this is seriously one of your best chapters. Tense throughout, well paced and great use of the characters. More complete thoughts to come...
Thanks Voodoo. Your input is always greatly appreciated. Very Happy

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Post by Professor Voodoo on Wed 9 Nov 2011 - 14:17

As promised...
Winds of Change
Part II
As little Britney knocked on the door of Jean’s office, she feared the worst. ...She had racked her brain in an effort to come up with whatever it was that she had done wrong
Love the fact that this starts off-balance, with Britney having the completely wrong idea. It's also cute that even though she's been sexing up half of Special Ops in other chapters Britney still feels nervous when called to the proverbial Principal's Office.
Once the man had turned his back, Britney lifted up her shirt, exposing her breasts, and stuck her tongue out at him. This act of defiance nearly caused Triela to wet herself as she struggled to suppress her laughter.
Now how did Yu miss writing that into one of the canon chapters?
She now started wondering if Jean might actually be coming on to her. What other reason could there be for his uncharacteristic behavior? Suddenly, a lurid picture of the man taking her right then and there on his desk flashed though her mind.
Most OC authors have thought out their cyborg's personal feelings toward Jean but I think you're the first to have his character crushing on him a little. Honestly, it makes more sense than the animosity or even outright hatred some OC's hold for him. While conditioning ensures their handlers are #1 in the girls' thoughts I'm sure they're also programmed with a strong drive to please their commanders...both Jean & Lorenzo.
If that were indeed the case, she knew full well that no amount of loyalty to Rico would be enough to keep her from surrendering herself to him.
Now how would Rico react to that I wonder?
“Jean?” She asked in a quivering voice. “If I go on this mission, will you let me stay?”

“I’d be happy to let you stay.” He knew the trap he set was now sprung. He got up from his desk and sat down in the chair next to her. “You know I don’t want this.”

“Then let me do it.” She said sniffling. “I want that mission, Jean, please.”
This is why I really like Jean's character and you've captured him perfectly. He's being manipulative of course but it's impossible to dislike him for it. It's just another facet of his single-minded focus on the mission.
“We were going to put Beatrice on it, but for now, it’s all yours.”
Now that just shows how twisted up he's got her...if she gave any thought to the mission (once she sees the particulars) Britney would know Beatrice is totally unsuitable and Jean was just leading her on...but Britney isn't even thinking about that sort of thing.
“What the fuck?!” He shouted. “I thought we had a deal?!”

“That so called deal you’re taking about was simply an understanding that your girl wouldn’t be forced to anything she wasn’t capable of.” Lorenzo explained.
It's always been understood that Biff and the Section Two leadership had some sort of arrangement but I don't think you've ever gone into particulars about it, have you?
the big man started to slump in his chair. It was as though the full weight of his career, and what he had done to Britney was finally coming to rest square on his shoulders. He almost seemed to be bending under its weight.
To me this is Biff's best moment in the chapter and it wouldn't have had half the impact if you hadn't spent so long building up an almost iconic character. His resigned collapse is more dramatic than any foaming at the mouth tirade he could have launched into.
His words stabbed the young girl in the heart. The dire ramifications of the new path she had chosen were just now starting to dawn on her. Britney knew she had hurt the big man badly, and could only pray that in the end he would come to understand why she had done it. It was the biggest gamble in her young life, one that would either make or break her.
There is really no way for Britney to win here. Either she succeeds and alters her relationship with Biff forever or she screws up the mission and faces a whole new set of consequences. There's a lot of potential in the story arc...I look forward to the next installment!

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Post by ElfenMagix on Thu 10 Nov 2011 - 0:41

I agree, it is one of the best chapters in the series.

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Post by Danjo3 on Thu 10 Nov 2011 - 4:08

Professor Voodoo wrote:Love the fact that this starts off-balance, with Britney having the completely wrong idea. It's also cute that even though she's been sexing up half of Special Ops in other chapters Britney still feels nervous when called to the proverbial Principal's Office.
All fanfic writers know how difficult it is to avoid the Mary-Sue trap, and I suppose in Britney’s case it would be making her a tough, wise cracking cyborg who has no fear of Jean – or any other human being for that matter. Make no mistake, Jean intimidates the hell out of Brit, but as I’ve stated before, it only makes him all the more attractive to her.
Professor Voodoo wrote:Now how did Yu miss writing that into one of the canon chapters?
One of these days I need to write about her being caught in act. Laughing
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Danjo3 wrote:If that were indeed the case, she knew full well that no amount of loyalty to Rico would be enough to keep her from surrendering herself to him.
Now how would Rico react to that I wonder?
Contrary to what some might think, I get the feeling she would be quite upset. Especially if it were a fellow girl. I’m not exactly sure if she would go so far as to kick Brit’s ass, but I have no doubt it would spell the end of their friendship.
Professor Voodoo wrote:Now that just shows how twisted up he's got her...if she gave any thought to the mission (once she sees the particulars) Britney would know Beatrice is totally unsuitable and Jean was just leading her on...but Britney isn't even thinking about that sort of thing.
You’re absolutely right Voodoo. The only thing on her mind was getting fired. Nothing else was registering.

Later in her room:

Britney: Beatrice? Playing a hooker? Oh pleeeease! I was born for this mission.
Professor Voodoo wrote:It's always been understood that Biff and the Section Two leadership had some sort of arrangement but I don't think you've ever gone into particulars about it, have you?
I’ve only briefly touched on it. It’s always been nothing more then an informal agreement. There was never anything in Biff’s contract that guaranteed Brit’s protection. The risk was always present.
Professor Voodoo wrote:To me this is Biff's best moment in the chapter and it wouldn't have had half the impact if you hadn't spent so long building up an almost iconic character. His resigned collapse is more dramatic than any foaming at the mouth tirade he could have launched into.
I totally agree. Having him go all blood-crazy would be way to cliché.
Again, thanks for all the input Voodoo! head bang
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Post by ElfenMagix on Sun 13 Nov 2011 - 23:10

Danjo3 wrote:
ElfenMagix wrote:I agree, it is one of the best chapters in the series.
Thanks Elfen, glad ya liked it. Hopefully I came squeeze Rachel into the next chapter.
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Post by Alfisti on Sat 19 Nov 2011 - 23:50

I know I've been somewhat lax in my replies to B&B, and for that I apologise...

Going to agree with the other two: this was the sort of chapter I hang around the forum to read. One of your best. Excellent and powerful stuff.

I think what struck me most through it was Jean's realisation that the Agency really does appear to have broken Biff... and I guess that the agency chews up and spits out handlers as much as it does cyborgs...

...I wonder if Jean realises that includes himself as well.

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Post by tremec6speed on Sun 20 Nov 2011 - 3:59

You're very creative Danjo, plus strong dialogue throughout! I can see you enjoy writing about the handlers, chiefs and agents, it shows in your work.
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Post by Danjo3 on Sun 20 Nov 2011 - 7:48

Alfisti wrote:I know I've been somewhat lax in my replies to B&B, and for that I apologise...
Don’t sweat it Alfisti. Even though I do like replies, I sure don’t want anyone to feel obligated to do it. It’s enough that you take the time to read it. Very Happy
Alfisti wrote: I think what struck me most through it was Jean's realisation that the Agency really does appear to have broken Biff... and I guess that the agency chews up and spits out handlers as much as it does cyborgs...

...I wonder if Jean realises that includes himself as well.
In this story, not only was Jean dealing with guilt, but also the realization that if this could happen to Biff, it could happen to anyone – himself included.
tremec6speed wrote:You're very creative Danjo, plus strong dialogue throughout! I can see you enjoy writing about the handlers, chiefs and agents, it shows in your work.
Thanks tremec6speed. I may not be much of a writer, but you’re right, I do get a kick out of it. dancin\\'

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Post by Danjo3 on Sun 27 Nov 2011 - 11:45

Into the Fire


Britney was given precious little time to train for her very first mission, however, due to its sheer simplicity, extensive training was not necessary. All she had to do was get a single man alone in a room, then kill him without attracting any attention. The SWA had classified this particular mission as ‘Low Priority’, which meant it could be implemented in months, years or, considering the agencies heavy work load, not at all. As far as Jean Croce was concerned, it was perfect for little Britney’s initiation.

The young cyborg had mixed feelings about this assignment. On one hand she was excited at the prospect of being able to prove herself to all of her colleagues, not to mention being allowed to keep her job. Even the thought of becoming a murder did not seem to bother her anywhere near as much as she had imagined it would. Britney knew this was a direct affect of the conditioning, and for the first time in her career, was thankful for it. There was also an added bonus. Due to Jeans lack of faith in Britney’s firearm skills, he had decided to go with her strong suit – martial arts. Knowing she would be allowed to dispatch the mark with her bare hands gave the young cyborg an extra boost of confidence.

On the other hand, her defiance of Biff had created a dark rift between the two them. Even though they had been working together everyday from sun up to sun down, his mood had not improved. She had tried everything from acting cute to flirting, but nothing seemed to work. He was just as cold and distant as he had been on the day she informed him of her intentions. Britney was not afraid of the mission, she was afraid the damage she had inflicted on her fratello might be beyond repair. She could now only cling to the hope that when all was said and done, he would come back to her.

Jean was a different story. Britney was actually starting to enjoy how friendly he was acting towards her. He would still occasionally snap at the girl, but it was a far cry form the raw hostility he had previous shown her. The young cyborg could not help but feel a sense of pride when she sat down with him and Biff for her first official mission briefing.

At one point during the meeting, Jean had handed her several 8x10 photographs of the intended mark. What she saw took her by surprise. In her minds eye, Britney had expected to see the ugly personification of evil; a clique villain out of a bad B-movie. This man was anything but. He was tall, well built, and extremely handsome in a boyish sort of way. The last photo she saw, one that showed the man at the seashore wearing nothing but a Speedo, actually made her pulse race.

There was one last matter to attend to before the mission was a go. The pimp, Giulio Mandini, would have to be persuaded to cooperate. Jean informed Britney that her mark, Lt. Luchino Pasolini, had been providing protection for Mandini. In exchange, the pimp provided the Soldier with a steady supply of underage prostitutes. The pimp had always been cocky, but this arrangement served to make him down right arrogant.

Mandini was in his apartment, lounging on the couch watching TV. Near by on the floor, a dark haired twelve year old girl was intently mending a badly ripped shirt. The man jumped when he heard a loud banging on his door.

“Police!” A voice from the other side announced. “Open the fuck up!”

At first he simply ignored it, hoping that in time they would give up and go away, but this did not happen. “Open the door or we’re going to break it down!”

“Alright, alright!” He shouted. “Keep your panties on!”

After ordering the girl into one of the bedrooms, he stood up and went to the door. As soon as he opened it, two Rome Police Officers barged in and shoved him back, nearly knocking him down.

“Put your hands behind your head asshole!” The first Officer ordered.

“Blow me.” Mandini replied.

With that, the Officer viciously thrust the butt of his baton into the man’s abdomen, causing him to double over with a suck of air. He was taken to the floor, and after being searched for weapons, was handcuffed and hauled back up to his feet.

“You’re going to pay for this motherfuckers!” Mandini shouted as he watched a plain clothed female lead three underage girls from the apartment. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with!”

“We’ll see how big you talk when you find out who you’re going to be dealing with.” The Officer replied.

Once they had arrived at the station house, Mandini assumed he would be put through the all too familiar booking processes, but this was not to be. Instead he was hustled down to the basement level and taken to an area where the interrogation rooms were located. He was pushed up against a door that had the number three painted in white, and his handcuffs were removed. The door was then opened, and Mandini shoved inside. There he encountered two men in suits seated at the heavy wooden table.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Mandini.” Biff greeted. “Have a seat, there’s an important matter we need to discuss with you.”

“I’m not saying Shit!” The pimp declared defiantly. “You dumbasses need to get on the horn and call Lt. Luchino Pasolini. I guarantee he’ll set you clowns straight and I can be on my merry way.”

“We know all about your little arraignment with the Lieutenant, but I’m afraid he’s not going to be able to help you this time.” Biff informed him. “You see, he’s getting a dishonorable discharge, and not just from the military, but from life in general. Catch my drift?”

Biff saw Mandini suddenly go pale. “Well, that got your attention didn’t it? Care to have a seat now?”

With his life line apparently cut, the pimp decided that for now, it was best to go with the flow. “What do you want with me?” He cautiously asked as he sat down across from them.

“You’re going to help us make it happen.” Jean answered.

“Fuck that!” He said in a near panic. “If you think I’m going to screw the Carabinieri you’re out of your mind.”

“Don’t worry about them, they’re on our team.” Jean continued. “We’re going to make you a deal. You cooperate with us, and you’ll be free to pimp anywhere in Italy you want, just as long as it’s not Rome. Oh, and no more little girls – they’re officially off the menu.”

Mandini took a moment to think this over before asking. “I take it if I refuse, I go to prison, right?”

“Nope.” Biff replied. “If you refuse, we’re going to set you up on a date with a wood chipper. Your low-life ass will end up mulch, right along with your buddy Pasolini.”

The pimped studied the two men for a minute, realizing he was cornered. “So you want me to kill this guy, is that it?”

“It’s going to be easier then that.” Biff explained. “All you have to do is set him up with a girl, just like you always do, only in this case the girl in question will be one of ours.”

“That’s not going to work.” Mendini insisted. “The Lieutenant only comes to me for kids. I try and push one of your people off on him and he’ll know right away something up.”

“Trust me, he’ll go for this one.” Jean said. “The bastard will think he hit the jackpot.”

Though Biff found this statement deeply troubling, he continued where Jean left off. “Once the two are out of sight, you beat feet, and never show your ugly ass in this city again.”

“How do I know you won’t put a bullet in my back when it’s over?”

“You don’t.” Biff said bluntly. “I’m afraid you’re just going to have to take our word of it.”

“So what’s it going to be?” Jean asked. “Do we have a deal?”

The pimp sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “Do I have a choice?”

The two Agents briefed the man for another two hours. Biff was able to gain some solace when Mandini informed them that Pasolini had never once been abusive towards any of his girls. In fact, he was one of the few John’s they actually felt at ease being with.

“A lot of the guy’s who are into kids like playing games.” He explained. “You know, teacher/student, daddy/daughter, that kind of shit. Some also get off making them cry. The Lieutenant isn’t into any of that.”

He also disclosed another interesting bit of information about the intended target. “A while back he took a real shine to one of the girls. A fifteen year old from Messina. He decided he wanted to keep her for himself, so he confiscated her and set her up in her own apartment. After a few months, the little bitch decided she wasn’t cut out for domestic life, so she ran off. He took that pretty hard. I think the poor schmuck was in love with her.”



On the evening of the mission, Britney was in full character, slowly sauntering up and down the street in front of a run down tenement that Mandini used as his base of operations, while not far away, Biff and Jean sat in a car monitoring the situation. It had been several hours now, and at last she had gotten over the stinging embarrassment her mode of dress had caused her.

Prior to deployment, it had been Pricilla who had helped her dress for the occasion.

She wore a plaid school style skirt that was so small it not only exposed the straps of her thong underwear, but also the bottom of her rear. A white short sleeved blouse tied off just under her braless breasts, and a pair of black high heel shoes completed the ensemble. It was also Pricilla who applied the girl’s make-up. Once she had finish, Britney saw her face in the mirror and cringed.

“Oh my god!” She gasped. “I look like the freaking Joker!”

“It’s not that bad.” Pricilla laughed. “And it’s perfect for this job.” She then stood the girl up for a final inspection.

“How do I look?” Britney asked.

The woman nodded her approval. “You look like a whore.”

The young girl started to giggle. “I can’t believe I’m taking that as a compliment.”

Back out on the street, Britney was not only surprised by the number of men who approached her, but by how openly they did it. She had to keep reminding herself that Mandini had effectively neutralized the Police, and this particular area was off limits to them.

The evening slowly wore on, and yet another man advanced on her. He was short, fat and balding, with a voice that sounded like a squeaky door hinge.

“Hey there cutie.” He greeted with a lewd smile. “Whatcha ya up to?”

Britney stepped up close to him with a hand on her hip. “I’m trying to find someone to party with.”

“What a coincidence.” He replied. “So am I.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I guess I should have been more specific.” She said. “I’m trying to find someone who doesn’t look like a slimy troll.”

“What did you say?” He asked incredulously.

She smiled at him sweetly. “I said you look like a slimy troll.”

“Fuck you!” He shouted as he started down the sidewalk. “Yankee whore!”

“I’m not a whore!” She yelled after him. “I’m a lady of the evening!”

Britney walked back to where Mandini was leaning against his car. “You have some very rude clients.”

“Yeah?” He flicked his cigarette into the street. “Well you’re not exactly miss congeniality. You don’t know it, but that figlio di puttana would’ve probably laid down two hundred euros for a piece of tail like you.”

“Really?” Britney asked with wide eyes. “That’s awesome.”

“You’re what I’d call high end.” He said frankly. “I could’ve made a tidy little profit off you. Not like those cheap Sicilian skanks. I swear it cost me more to feed them then they were bringing in.”

“You mean the girls you traffic in?” She said with a scowl.

“I don’t traffic shit.” He said in disgust. “They’re all a bunch of filthy run-a-ways. This town’s crawling with them. They hook on the Island long enough to scrape a little cash together, and the first thing they do with it is come over here. Once they hit the beach it doesn’t take long to find out they just left one shit hole for another. Hell, I was doing those sluts a favor.”

“You’re a real humanitarian.” Britney said sarcastically. “Maybe you should apply for Sainthood?”

“Hey, it got their stupid asses off the street didn’t it?” He replied. “You try sleeping in the gutter for a few weeks and see how you like it.”

“You're so full of crap!” She scolded. “It‘s scum like you…”

“Save it!” The pimp abruptly cut the girl off and nodded towards the sidewalk behind her. “Here comes your man.”

Britney turned and saw Pasolini rounding the corner. He seemed to be taller in person then he looked in the pictures. Not only that, but in the soft evening light, he struck her as even more handsome. He was dressed in a burgundy v-neck sweater and blue jeans. His long gait was smooth and relaxed. Even from a distance, Britney could almost feel the aura of male essence he seemed to emit.

“You’re on blondie.” Mandini cast a nervous glance at the SWA surveillance vehicle. “Go meet him at the mail box, and for God’s sake, don’t fuck it up.”

“Don’t worry about me.” She hissed. “I’m trained for this.” As Britney strode up to the man, she tried to put enough wiggle in her walk to look sexy, but not so much as to come off being a veteran.

“Hey there.” She greeted with a shy smile.

“Buona sera, bambina." He gave her a slight bow at the waist. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here all by yourself?”

“Looking for a handsome man to party with.” She cooed.

“Is that right?” He gave the girl a warm, friendly smile. “You’re an American, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I am.” She answered. “I just got here.”

“Well then, welcome to Italy.” He said. “You speak the language very well.”

“Grazie.” She said. “My Grandmother’s Italian.”

“Are you staying with Mandini?” He asked.

“Yeah, he’s been looking after me.”

“Cool.” He said. “I’m going to talk to him for a second, alright?”

“Sure.” Britney shifted her head to one shoulder and gave him a quick eye flutter.

“Don’t go anywhere now.” He said with a playful wink.

The pimp pushed himself off of the car as Pasolini approached. “How ya doing this evening, Lieutenant?”

“A whole lot better now.” He said, still looking back at Britney. “Got a new girl, huh?”

“Brand new.” The pimp assured. “Fresh off the boat. She’s quite a looker, isn’t she?”

“That she is.” The Soldier turned to the pimp. “Can you pencil me in?”

“Absolutely.” Mandini said. “I’ve been saving her for you. You get the honor of busting that little cherry.”

Pasolini gave the man a skeptical look. “Why is it I don’t believe you?”

“Come on,” The pimp said in an earnest voice, “Why would I lie? She might have had a few school boy fingers in her, but other then that, she’s as pure as the driven snow.”

The Soldier rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Sierra, get over here!" Mandini gestured to the young girl. “Why don’t you accompany this nice gentleman upstairs? And make sure you treat him right – he’s a preferred customer.”

“Yes, Giulio.” She took him by the hand and led him up the stone steps and through the front door. Once he was sure they had disappeared inside, the pimp quickly trotted across the street to Jeans car.

“Are we cool now?” He asked the Section 2 Agent.

“As cool as can be.” Jean replied. “Just don’t forget what I told you – no more little girls. I'd hate to have to pay you a visit”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Mandini said. “If I never see another little girl as long as I live, it’ll be too soon.” As he started back across the street towards his car, which was already packed for his trip to Milan, he said over his shoulder. “Give the Lieutenant’s widow my sympathy.”


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Post by boomer_gonz on Sun 27 Nov 2011 - 14:03

GRAAAA!!! SUSPENSE!!!!!!!

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Post by Kiskaloo on Sun 27 Nov 2011 - 14:47

Indeed. This is great stuff, Danjo3.

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Post by ElfenMagix on Sun 27 Nov 2011 - 23:33

Excellent to the end, Danjo. Good

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Post by tremec6speed on Mon 28 Nov 2011 - 3:05

Great going Danjo! The soldier seemed to be a bit suspicious though.
I wonder if he started a conversation to see if he could detect anything at the last minute in order to determine whether or not to make a break for it or did Brittany snap 'em in two as soon as they entered the room?
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Post by Danjo3 on Mon 28 Nov 2011 - 15:37

@ boomer, Kiskaloo, Elfen, and tremec6speed - thanks guys. Glad you liked it. Very Happy

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Post by ElfenMagix on Mon 28 Nov 2011 - 22:16

Always, Danjo. Cant wait for the next installment.

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Post by Professor Voodoo on Thu 1 Dec 2011 - 6:34

Into the Fire
The SWA had classified this particular mission as ‘Low Priority’,
I take it nobody is telling Britney this...
“We know all about your little arraignment with the Lieutenant, but I’m afraid he’s not going to be able to help you this time.” Biff informed him. “You see, he’s getting a dishonorable discharge, and not just from the military, but from life in general. Catch my drift?”
Cleverly worded. I take it Biff is doing all he can to hold himself in check...I wouldn't be surprised if he snaps before this arc is over...but we shall see.
“Nope.” Biff replied. “If you refuse, we’re going to set you up on a date with a wood chipper. Your low-life ass will end up mulch, right along with your buddy Pasolini.”
Minister Petris: I'd love to know your trick, Claes...I have the best gardeners Italy has to offer and they can never manage to produce flowers as big and vibrant as yours. Are you using some kind of exotic fertilizer?

Claes: I'm sorry, Madame Minister...Agency secret.
She wore a plaid school style skirt that was so small it not only exposed the straps of her thong underwear, but also the bottom of her rear.
Priscilla: (giving Brit an odd look) You seriously just had this stuff laying around? You didn't have to buy anything new for the mission?
that figlio di puttana would’ve probably laid down two hundred euros for a piece of tail like you.”

“Really?” Britney asked with wide eyes. “That’s awesome.”
Would Britney really be that impressed? That's hardly an impressive number for a multi-millionaire heiress.
“Hey, it got their stupid asses off the street didn’t it?” He replied. “You try sleeping in the gutter for a few weeks and see how you like it.”
I really like your characterization of Mandini. You've made him very believable and even relateable to a degree.

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Post by Danjo3 on Sat 3 Dec 2011 - 4:06

Professor Voodoo wrote:I take it nobody is telling Britney this...
Of course not. It won’t do her self-confidence a bit of good if she knew her mission had been fished from the bottom of the barrel.
Professor Voodoo wrote:Minister Petris: I'd love to know your trick, Claes...I have the best gardeners Italy has to offer and they can never manage to produce flowers as big and vibrant as yours. Are you using some kind of exotic fertilizer?

Claes: I'm sorry, Madame Minister...Agency secret.
Minister Petris: I’m sure you put a lot of blood, sweat and tears into in.

Claes: Ma’am, you have no idea…
Professor Voodoo wrote:Would Britney really be that impressed? That's hardly an impressive number for a multi-millionaire heiress.
Britney the heiress won’t even wipe her butt with €200. What really impressed her was Sierra the hooker’s street value.
Professor Voodoo wrote:I really like your characterization of Mandini. You've made him very believable and even relateable to a degree.
One of the things I’ve always liked about GSG is that a lot of the time it’s had to tell the good guys from the bad guys. To me, flat out villains just aren’t as challenging.

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Post by Alfisti on Sat 3 Dec 2011 - 4:26

Did I ever mention how much I... dislike... being cliffhangered? Razz

“A lot of the guy’s who are into kids like playing games.” He
explained. “You know, teacher/student, daddy/daughter, that kind of
shit.
Can't help but think that's a few of the roles the fratello relationships fit into... intentional?

You don’t know it, but that figlio di puttana would’ve probably laid down two hundred euros for a piece of tail like you.”
Monty: Only two hundred? I hope you're insulted Britney.

...then again, I guess Brit's playing for a different crowd here.


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Post by ElfenMagix on Sat 3 Dec 2011 - 21:31

Alfisti wrote:
You don’t know it, but that figlio di puttana would’ve probably laid down two hundred euros for a piece of tail like you.”
Monty: Only two hundred? I hope you're insulted Britney.

...then again, I guess Brit's playing for a different crowd here.
I cant help think about a bit of issue on this in Gunslinger Bink II (soon to be posted on FF.net after a massive edit!!! YAY!)
Tammy does her best but in the end requires her supervisors to help put on the shoes for her. They tell her to walk around in them, and as expected, Tammy is very unstable on them, as if she was walking on a high wire tight rope. They tell her to sit down as they put on the make up on her. A lot of glitter make up was used, as a lot of colours to contrast the features of her face as well. Tammy looked more like a Paint By Number Picasso than a normal looking girl-squirrel. The ultra long false eyelashes, the very bright red lipstick, and the gaudy ugly designed press-on nails are the final touches physically done to her.

"What do you think?", Ferro asks.

Priscilla gives Tammy a once over before answering.

"Lets see. Tammy! How much?", Priscilla asks.

"How much, what?", Tammy asks.

"How much is that hoochie of yours is being sold for?", Priscilla asks.

"Uhm... 5000 Euros??", Tammy asks.

Both Ferro and Priscilla refrain from laughing- needing to step away from her and discuss the matter for themselves. They both return to her.

"You're a cheap hoe in the street. You're lucky to get 50 Euros for a roll in the hay. You got that?", Ferro almost yells at her.

Tammy bites on her lower lip.

"Consider this as an education, Tammy. No working street girl gets that much. Like Ferro says- 50 Euros if you're lucky, and you better be good at it- show that boy some tricks that his momma never showed him. Now, as for you, who will probably lay there while it happens- 30 Euros.", Priscilla says.

"30 Euros?", Tammy asks.

"You'll be lucky if you get that much.", Ferro answers.

"But... I thought...", Tammy says.

"Its all a myth, girl. All a myth.", Priscilla says.

"Only way you are going to get anything remotely close to that amount, you have to invest yourself into hanging out where the high powered rollers and the high ballers are at, invade their parties, and go to the head honchos. No way, with what we know who you are, you can’t do it.", Ferro says.

"I can sell myself that high if I have too!", Tammy says.

Both Ferro and Priscilla laugh uncontrollably, lasting for at least 5 minutes, which shattered what left of Tammy's self confidence. As such, she begins to cry. They stop when she starts.

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Post by Danjo3 on Sun 4 Dec 2011 - 10:16

Cheers Alfisti! I’m happy you liked it.Very Happy
Alfisti wrote:Did I ever mention how much I... dislike... being cliffhangered?
Hopefully it’ll be worth the wait. Better buckle up though, It’s going to be a bumpy ride.
Alfisti wrote:Monty: Only two hundred? I hope you're insulted Britney.

...then again, I guess Brit's playing for a different crowd here.
Different crowd is right. I’m sure if Sierra had a cushy job at the Moonlite BunnyRanch, her asking price would be substantially more. Unfortunately, street walkers are on a much lower rung of the prostitution ladder.
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Post by boomer_gonz on Sun 4 Dec 2011 - 16:01

Danjo3 wrote:Cheers Alfisti! I’m happy you liked it.Very Happy
Alfisti wrote:Did I ever mention how much I... dislike... being cliffhangered?
Hopefully it’ll be worth the wait. Better buckle up though, It’s going to be a bumpy ride.

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Post by Danjo3 on Sun 18 Dec 2011 - 11:19

Attention: This happens to be one of those chapters that made little Britney famous. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. Those of you who don’t care for, or are otherwise offended by racy fanfics, you need to exit this thread immediately.

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS MATURE SUBJECT MATTER OF A FRANK AND EXPLICIT NATURE. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

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Once the two were behind closed doors, Luchino Pasolini spoke to little Britney in a friendly, non-threatening voice that almost immediately put her at ease. “What’s your name?”

“Sierra.” Britney replied as she sat down on the bed.

He gave her a reassuring smile. “How about your real name?”

She knew that divulging such information was a violation of mission protocol, but after all, she was basically talking to a dead man, so what possible harm could it do? “It’s Britney.”

When the man started to chuckle, Britney joined him and said. “Yeah I know, it’s as bad as Sierra isn’t it?”

“No, not at all.” He sat on the bed next to her.” It’s almost as pretty as you. And if you don’t mind my saying, a face as pretty as yours should never be hidden under all that make-up.”

“It’s not really my idea.” Britney felt herself starting to blush. “Giulio thinks…”

“I know.” He reached down and started to remove her high heel shoes. “The guy’s a total buffoon, isn't he?”

Britney also knew that none of Mandini’s girls would ever verbally disrespect him, and if she did, it might raise suspicion. It was imperative that she stay in character. “No he’s not… he loves me.”

“No he doesn’t.” He looked deeply into her eyes. “He has no idea what love is. He never did, and he never will.”

Britney suddenly became aware that she was also gazing into his eyes, almost as if they had captured her off guard. She quickly broke contact and stared to fidget, trying to concentrate. The girl spoke to him in the language she felt would help get her back into character. “Do you want to fuck me? You can do it in my pussy or my ass, or I can suck you…”

“I’d like to try something else first.” He lifted up her chin. “Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

Britney was now finding this man’s behavior more than a little confusing. She already knew he was not abusive, but this kind of treatment was totally unexpected. “You can do whatever you want to me.” She said in a timid voice.

“I know I’m a despicable person,” The solider took his hand away, “But I like to think I have a little bit of gentleman left in me… after all this.”

Britney put her hand on his arm, reasoning that there would be no harm in offering the man a little comfort in his last hour. “I don’t think you’re despicable. You seem really nice.”

“I’m glad you think so.” He gave a slight laugh. “You’re probably the only person left in the world who believes that.”

“It can’t be that bad.” Britney said, knowing all the while how deep a hole the man had dug himself into.

“If only you knew.” Pasolini said. “I wish I could go back in time, but I’m afraid it’s too damn late.”

“What did you do?” Britney thought that garnering a confession might at least make her grisly task a bit more palatable.

“For one, being here with you.” He said. “I guess you must think a grown man being attracted to girls your age is pretty creepy.”

“I don’t think that.” She insisted. “I’ve always kind of liked it when older guys feel that way about me.”

In the two and a half years prior to coming to the agency, Britney had a total of three different lovers. The first, her twenty-seven year old surfing coach, had been the one to take her virginity. The next man she became involved with was one of the family ground keepers, and before that relationship even ended, she had started an affair with her then best friend’s father. Since then, the only underage person she had ever had sex with was the sixteen year old Stefano. It had been her disappointing experience with the girl-boy that had set her preference for adults in stone.

He looked at her again and smiled. “Sorry, I’m not trying to use you as a therapist. I’m sure you probably get enough of that.”

“It’s alright.” She said. “I don’t mind.”

“Forget it.” He folded his hand in front of him. “I’ve just made a lot of stupid mistakes, that’s all.”

“Maybe if you talk about it…” She said.

“It doesn’t matter.” He straightened up and grasped her by the arms, looking her directly into her eyes. “You never said if it was alright to kiss you.”

“Yes.” Britney answered breathlessly, returning his intense stare. “I’d… like that.”

As his mouth pressed against her own, and his tongue intertwined with hers, Britney felt her mind start to spin. The beautiful feeling that now enveloped her was impossible to write off. She put her arms around his neck, and returned the kiss with a passion that matched his own, all the while trying to assure herself that it was simply part of the mission. It was true the man was a pedophile, but Britney found it difficult to feel any genuine animosity towards him. After all, how could she hate him for being attracted to girls her age, when she herself only when after adults? And yes, Pasolini was a traitor to the Italian Government, but Britney was a red-blooded American, and found it rather difficult to care about a foreign countries political intrigue. If she were running the show, Padania would be allowed to take whatever part of the country they wanted and run with it. Her only true allegiance in Italy was to her SWA family.

The mission required she play the part of a child prostitute, the young girl reasoned, and prostitutes serviced their clients, so until an opportunity to take her mark out presented its self, she had no other choice then to let him have his way with her. Any other type of behavior might end up blowing her cover. But in all honesty, she found the idea of a playing a prostitute and the potential of having sex with a complete stranger an undeniable turn-on, and it was only exacerbated by the physical attraction she had for the handsome mark. The situation was fast becoming more the she had bargained for. The cyborg now had to work hard at convincing herself that the sexual excitement that was growing within her had no bearing what so ever on the mission. Yes, she was becoming aroused, but her bodies response to this man’s touch was completely beyond her control. All she could do now was struggle to stay focused on the task at hand.

However, it soon became clear that the girl was doing nothing more the deluding herself. It was only as she watched him untie her blouse and unfasten the buttons that Britney could no longer come up with a viable reason to justify her actions. She felt a shiver run up her spine as he bent down and softly kissed her neck and chest. This was not good, not good at all. It was becoming near impossible for her mind to override the urgent fire this man was stoking. She could have easily killed him when he began to suck on her petite conical breasts, instead she closed her eyes and sighed as the warm tingling sensation that started in her swelling nipples spread throughout her entire body. The young girl began to tremble as she ran her fingers through his thick dark hair.

Whenever Britney started to tremble, it was a clear indication that she had become fully aroused, and had difficulty controlling her bodies desire to be satisfied. However, there was no way the soldier could have known this. He interpreted it as a bad case of nerves coming from a child prostitute who obliviously had very little experience in the profession she had been forced into.

Looking at this beautiful blonde suddenly brought another to mind – Angelina, the young Sicilian girl whom he had fallen so hard for. He had taken her off the streets, rented her an apartment, and lavished her with gifts. He did all he could the make the girl happy, but in the end it was all in vain. Stopping by the apartment one evening after work, he found that she had run away. In the note that was left on the kitchen table, Angelina explained that she wanted more out of life then being his mistress. All of his subsequent attempts to locate her were fruitless. The last time they had made love, he had promised that as soon as she turned eighteen, he would divorce his wife and marry her. However, Angelina was no fool. She was aware of his insatiable appetite for underage girls, and knew that the older she got, the less interest he would have in her. She would ultimately end up in the same situation his wife was now in. It was a relationship with no future, and she wanted nothing to do with it.

“It’s alright sweetheart,” He said as he caressed Britney’s cheek, “There’s nothing to be scared of.” He started to wonder if this just might be the girl who could fill the void Angelina had left in his heart.

“Sorry.” She tried her best to keep her voice from betraying the intense excitement she was now feeling. Sierra, the child prostitute, was not supposed to enjoy being molested by an adult. “It’s just that… this is my first time, and…”

He kissed her lips before she could finish. “Like I said, it’s alright. Just relax, I promise I won’t hurt you.” He then knelt in front of her and began to gently move his hands up and down her tanned thighs, occasionally slipping a thumb underneath her thong panties, stroking the small tuft of soft pubic hair. “Do you know what oral is, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I do.” Britney now felt this was the time. No matter how aroused she had become, there was no way she would perform fellatio on this man. “Go ahead and take your pants off.” Once he was in the process of lowering them to his ankles, she would make her move.

“I wasn’t talking about me.” He smiled, still rubbing her thighs.

Britney felt herself getting light-headed as her heart began to pound in her chest. “You mean you… you want to go down on me?”

The soldier nodded. “Let’s just say it’s one of my… things.”

This was simply too much for the young girl to handle. As the mission slowly collapsed around her, Britney erratically tried to justify her behavior. She told herself that the time was not yet right, and that as soon as he was sufficiently distracted, she would finish the job. As long as her task was successfully completed, what possible difference could a slight delay make? Did Biff not tell her to take her time? And besides, after this night, she would be the only living person who would ever know what had really happened between them. When the man reached up under her small skirt and grasped the elastic of her panties, Britney put her arms back and lifted her bottom off the mattress, allowing him to slip them off.

Pasolini spent an agonizingly long time teasing the girl before turning his attention to the source of her smoldering fever. Britney began to softly whimper as his warm tongue seemed to do a magic dance. He proved to be almost as talented as Amadeo, and it was not long before the involuntary movement of her hips became so pronounced that he had to tightly grasp her waist in an effort to hold her still. Just as the girl started to think the mission was now hopeless, it happened. As Britney approached the very limit of her endurance, something sparked inside of her head like arcing electricity. It was an overpowering, insatiable force the seemed to wrestle control from her. The cyborg recognized it immediately – it was the demon child. The same unspeakable monster that Kamelia had awoken in her, the one she had so savagely fought against. But now, thing were very different. There would be no fighting this time. Britney could let herself go, and give the dark angel what she had denied it with Kamelia. The voracious young girl welcomed the horrible entity with a bizarre combination of terror and delight.

Britney, who now felt herself starting to climax, quickly stopped it by grabbing the man’s hair and lifting his head up. Her unholy lust would be satisfied, but not with his tongue – the demon child had other plans. “I want you to fuck me.” She begged in an urgent voice. “Please, I need you inside me!”

Pasolini was taken aback by the girl’s sudden transformation. The once scared little virgin was suddenly exuding an almost pure sexual aura. He now suspected that the young hooker was not as inexperienced as he had been lead to believe. All of the other girl’s in Mandini’s stable would do nothing more than silently lay in the bed, and in an almost detached way, wait till it was over. Not so with this one – she was having strong physical responses to everything he did. When it came to his taste in girls, the man preferred them on the docile side, but had to admit this was a titillating change of pace. He stood up and gave her a knowing smile. “This isn’t your first time, is it?”

“Does it really matter?” She reached out and quickly unbuckled his belt.

“No, I don’t suppose it does.” Before he could even get his pants and boxers down to mid-thigh, Britney frantically grabbed his engorged penis and began hungrily stroking it. “Slow down little sweetheart.” He said with a warm laugh. “We have plenty of time.”

She backed off and fought to maintain some level of control. The incredible anticipation she felt building up within threaten to tear her apart. At this point, simply sitting still was a supreme effort. If she did not get some kind of relief soon, she would undoubtedly be consumed by her own merciless craving.

Once he had disrobed, she took Pasolini by the hands and pulled him to the bed, easing him onto his back. Starting with his chest, Britney used her lips a tongue to slowly work her way down his perfectly chiseled body. The skill she exhibited while performing oral sex on the man left no doubt in his mind that she was anything but a novice. He would have liked it if Britney had spent more time pleasuring him this way, and under normal circumstances she would have given him all he wanted, but the girl was fast reaching the end of her rope, and found it impossible to wait any longer.

She straddled the man and let out a desperate gasp as he entered her. Britney began to rock back and forth, lightly raking her fingernails up his arms as he tenderly messaged her breasts. She had now lost all control, and was not only at the mercy of her own body, but the all powerful force that, like an unrelenting taskmaster, drove her on. A taskmaster the young girl would do anything to please.

The sheer effort of keeping her climax at bay was driving Britney to the very brink of madness. Every fiber of her body was screaming out for release, and she knew there was only one way quench the searing fire within her.

Ever so slowly, she placed her hands on the man’s throat and began to squeeze.

“Whoa! Hang on.” He said as the pressure steadily increased, “I really like your enthusiasm, but I’m not into the rough stuff.”

“I am.” Britney stared at him with now lifeless eyes. “That’s one of my things.”

The soldier reached up and tried in vain to dislodge her hands. “Hey, stop it! That hurts!” He choked. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“Don’t you know?” An eerie smile slowly spread across the girls flushed face. “I’m going to kill you.” She leaned down and thrust her tongue into his mouth as the rhythmic movement of her hips started to pick up momentum. Just as it had been with Kamelia, Britney could almost feel the man’s life force drain out of his body and into her own. It was the same beautiful, indescribable rush of pure electric energy.

The soldier suddenly found himself in some kind of ghastly nightmare. She was nothing more than a petite adolescent girl, yet her hands were constricting his airway like a solid band of steel, and the crushing pressure on his jugular was making the blood ring in his ears. At this point, Pasolini had no doubt that this demented girl fully intended to do just exactly what she said she would. In fact, he now realized who she must be. The rumors he had heard about the Agency and their little girl assassins were true after all, and one had finally caught up with him. But why, he absently wondered, was she still having sex with him while simultaneously taking his life? What kind of sick monster was this? As if somehow possessed, the blond girl’s tempo continued to increased along with the pressure of her merciless grip.

By this time, the man had completely lost his ability to breath, and knew he only had a few precious moments left before it would be too late. In a last ditch effort to free himself, the soldier let his arm drop to the mattress, balled his fist, and with what strength he had left, violently hit the girl on her right temple.

Unfortunately, this assault did not have the desired effect. The dizzying pain that shot through Britney’s head did nothing more then add fuel to her sexual frenzy. “Yes!” She began to viciously shake the man, his head bouncing up and down off the pillow. “Hurt me!”

The desperate, disoriented man obliged, however the force of the second blow was only half that of the first, and even though it did nothing more than glance off her cheek and cut her lip, the pain was still exquisite, and the cyborg let out a moan as she continued to furiously piston her hips. Try as he might, the soldier was unable to keep his grip on consciousness, and slowly, the sight of the seemingly inhuman girl was replaced with a deep inescapable darkness.

The frozen expression of runaway panic on the dying man’s face finally made it impossible for Britney hold on any longer. Completely surrendering herself, the blond girl careened uncontrollably over the edge. Suddenly Britney’s body convulsed as she was hit by an incredible shockwave of explosive spasms. She threw her head back, mouth open in a silent scream, the tendons in her neck standing out from the sheer strain. A moment later, she pitched forward and began to shudder furiously while pressing her cheek against the now unconscious soldiers face, his rough beard stubble rasping her silky skin. The orgasm that rocked her young body was far beyond anything she had ever imagined possible. The girl came close to blacking out herself as her mind and body sank into a swirling ocean of unfathomable pleasure. Up to that point, Britney always assumed she knew the heights to which an orgasm could take her – it was now clear that she had been very much mistaken. This was completely new, unexplored territory. The girl was literally losing herself to the indescribable sensations that relentlessly coursed through her.

But it was not yet over. The demon child assured her that the best was yet to come, and commanded her to finish it, an order little Britney obeyed without hesitation. With one final effort, she clamped down on the man’s throat, simultaneously crushing his wind pipe and breaking his neck, all the while crying out in an almost painful shrill of ecstasy. The feeling of snapping bone which started in her hands, reverberated throughout the whole of her being, and before the first orgasm had even finished running its course, she was hit by a second more powerful one. As if being struck by lightning, every single muscle in her body seized up, causing her slight frame to shake violently. It was well over a full minute before the paralyzing current abated enough for Britney to let out one last animal-like scream. At that moment, the cyborg would have gladly sold her very soul if it could have somehow brought Pasolini back to life, just so she could kill him all over again. While she withered and squirmed on top of the man’s lifeless form, her body still being jolted by aftershocks, the young girl truly felt a singular and all consuming love for the hideous thing that had just driven her to murder.

After what seemed like several lifetimes, it was finally over. There was nothing left in the room but the sound of her own labored breath scraping the dirty walls. When Britney had half-way recovered, her mind was so completely clouded over that she actually had to take a moment to remember where she was and what she was doing there. Once she worked up the courage to open her eyes, the demon child was gone, and she lay full length on the dead soldier, her hands still firmly encircling his neck. It was only with the greatest of effort that she was able to straighten her sore, stiff fingers enough to release him. The exhausted cyborg then rolled over next to the corpse and, calling on what little presents of mind she had left, struggled to return to something resembling sanity. Her thoughts might have been scrambled, but one thing was very clear – time was now of the essence. After this much time had elapsed, Biff and Jean would certainly be wondering why she had not come out yet. Recuperating for a minute or so, she pushed herself up and sat on the side of the bed, waiting until she was sure her legs would carry her weight without buckling.

In a daze, she picked her panties and shirt up off of the floor and headed to the bathroom. Once inside, she became aware that still warm semen was dripping down her inner thigh and that at some point during the ordeal, he had managed to ejaculate. The very thought made Britney fall to her knees and scurry to the filthy commode where she started to throw up. It was almost as if the evil, noxious conditioning drugs were pouring from her mouth and into the toilet bowl where they belonged. The unbelievable high she had once been feeling was now shattering like glass into the horrible truth. She killed a man, and had done it in the most twisted way imaginable. A man, who as far as she could tell, was kind and gentle, someone who, under normal circumstances she might seriously consider dating. Once the flow from her stomach turned to dry heaves, Britney pushed herself onto her rear, gasping to catch her breath.

The blonde girl then stood up, and taking a wash rag from a ring beside the sink, ran it under warm water and cleaned the blood from her face. She then wiped off her crotch before stepping back into her underwear and pulling on her blouse,

Britney walked back into the room, went to the dead man, and was struck by how his beautiful eyes still seemed to be alive, staring dreamily up at the ceiling. She tried to push the lids down, but it did not work the way it always seemed to in the movies. They slowly came back up to a half-open position, making him a look as if he were on the verge of falling asleep. Britney brushed the hair from his face and kissed him on the forehead.

“I’m sorry, Luchino.” She gently whispered in his ear. “Please forgive me.”



One of the first things Biff noticed as Britney crossed the street was that she was barefoot, and did not have her shoes in hand. Both men were dumbfounded when, instead of stopping and getting into the vehicle, she walked right on past. To Biff, it looked as if she were sleepwalking. He quickly stuck his head out of the window.

“Brit?” He hissed. “Brit?”

The girl turned around as if she were not expecting to see him there. “Oh… hi, Biff.”

“Where’re you going?” He asked urgently.

“I’m… I’m going home.” She replied, wondering why he would ask such an obvious question.

“It’s kind of a long walk sweetheart,” Biff could clearly see that something was very wrong with his little sister, “Why don’t you let us give you a lift?”

“Okay… thanks.” She went back to the car and climbed in to the rear seat. Biff immediately got out of the car and joined her in back. Once the door had been shut, Jean squealed away from the curb.

Biff took his little sisters face into his hands. “Are you alright, Brit?”

“Yeah… I’m fine, why?” She said in a robotic voice.

“What happened to your mouth?” He looked at her lower lip that had started to bleed again.

“I… I don’t know.” She answered. “I think… I’m not sure.”

He started to gently caress her cheek. “Brit, did you finish it, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, it’s finished.”

“Are you sure?” Jean asked front the front of the car.

“I’m positive.” Britney replied. “He’s dead.”

“What the fuck took you so long?!” Jean demanded.

“Goddamn it, give her a second will ya?!” Biff Barked back.

“Biff?” She quietly asked as her chin began to quiver. “Are we going home?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” He said reassuringly. “We’re going home. And as soon as we get there, I’m taking you to the clinic.”

“She’s not going anywhere till she’s been debriefed.” Jean interjected.

“She’s going to the fucking clinic!” Biff growled. “And if you don’t like it, that’s too damn bad.”

“I knew she’d screw this up!” Jean said as he blew through a stop light.

“I swear, Jean, if you don’t back the fuck off…!”

“You were right.” Britney’s voice was only barely audible.

“What was that, sweetheart?” Biff asked, leaning down to his little sister.

“You were right.” Her tear filled eyes stared off into the distance at something only she could see. “You were right all along. I should’ve listened...”

“Don’t worry about that.” He wrapped his large arm around her shoulder and held her close. “It’s all over now, and you’re safe with me.”

Britney tried to put what had just happened out of her mind, and get to the safe place her big brother was offering, but this was one nightmare she would not be able to awake from. Biff had told her it was over, but she knew better. As a matter of fact, she felt certain that it was only just beginning.


THE END

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Post by boomer_gonz on Sun 18 Dec 2011 - 18:46

HOLY CRAP!!!!

SOOO MUCH INSPIRATION POURS OUT OF THIS ENTRY!!!!!!!!

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Post by ElfenMagix on Sun 18 Dec 2011 - 20:22

Great entry, Danjo. Excellently written!

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Post by MP5 on Sun 18 Dec 2011 - 23:48

Another powerful chapter, Danjo!

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Post by Alfisti on Mon 19 Dec 2011 - 3:39

Danjo3 wrote:Better buckle up though, It’s going to be a bumpy ride.
Double entendre noted.

Well shit mate... when you set out to write a powerful chapter you do it properly. There's so many different ways you could take this now, will be looking out for the next one.

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Post by Danjo3 on Mon 19 Dec 2011 - 13:05

@ boomer, Elfen, MP5, and Alfisti - Much thanks mates. As always, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Very Happy

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Post by tremec6speed on Mon 19 Dec 2011 - 22:27

Wow Danjo, what do you think poor Britney might say to the cyborg psychiatrist when it's her time to discuss 'what's new in her life?'
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Post by Danjo3 on Wed 21 Dec 2011 - 2:23

tremec6speed wrote:Wow Danjo, what do you think poor Britney might say to the cyborg psychiatrist when it's her time to discuss 'what's new in her life?'
Dr. Bianchi: So, what’s new Britney?

Britney: Well, the other day I discovered this new way to have absolutely mind-blowing sex.

Dr. Bianchi: Is that right?

Britney: Yeah, and I’m going to try it tonight with Amadeo. By the way, if he like owes you money or anything, now would be a good time to settle up.

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Post by tremec6speed on Sat 24 Dec 2011 - 5:19

ROTFL
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Post by Danjo3 on Sun 8 Jan 2012 - 13:17

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS MATURE SUBJECT MATTER OF A FRANK AND EXPLICIT NATURE. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

Ya’ll should know the drill by now.


The Struggle of Darkness and Light

At her Glendale estate, Britney lay back on a lounge chair by the pool side, soaking up the warm California sun. In order to avoid tan lines, her bikini top sat on the table next to her. She drew a deep satisfying breath, taking in the air that was fragrant with the smell of the blooming poppy’s and the pools chlorine. She turned in her chair at the sound of an Italian male voice. It was her new lover, Lt. Luchino Pasolini. He was thanking one of the maids for opening the French doors as he stepped onto the patio, two strawberry daiquiris in hand. Britney had told him to let the staff handle the beverages, however, he had insisted on preparing them personally. She allowed her eyes to linger on him as he approached, captivated by his handsome face and beautiful physique.

“Here you go my lady.” He said as he handed her one of the frosty drinks. “Sweets for my sweet.”

“Thank you.” She smiled.

The soldier stretched out on the lounge next to her and watched as she took a sip. “How is it?” He asked.

“It’s perfect.” She replied licking her lips. “Just like you.”

“I’ll bet you say that to all the MP’s.” He joked.

Britney then looked down at the beads of sweat between her bare breasts and pushed her sunglasses up onto her head. “I haven’t put any suntan lotion on my front yet.” She laid her head back and closed her eyes. “Would you mind helping me out?”

“I’d love too.” He said. “But I’m afraid I can’t.”

“Why not?” She asked, still contented and warm.

“Don’t you remember?” His voice was suddenly void of any emotion. “You killed me, Britney.”

The girl’s head turned with a jerk. Pasolini lay motionless in the chair next to her, his once tanned skin was now a ghostly ashen. His lifeless eyes were half open, staring up at the sky, and a small trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Britney’s drink slipped from her trembling hand and shattered on the pool deck.

“No!” She said in a frantic voice. “You’re not dead! You can’t be!”

Britney jumped up and threw herself on the man. She worked her arms underneath him and pulled him up to a sitting position. The girl hugged his cold body tightly while rocking him back and forth.

“I’m sorry, Luchino!” She cried. “I didn’t mean to… they made me do it! I’m sorry!”

Just then, Britney heard a familiar voice calling from somewhere in the distance. “Brit?” The voice beckoned. “Brit?”

She suddenly felt herself being drawn up high into the air, her estate far below swirling into gray. She helplessly thrashed about, trying to claw her way towards the comforting voice that was calling her. “It‘s alright sweetheart...” She knew the voice, knew it like she did her own soul, but for some reason, could not put a name or face to it. He was a man, and he was so close she could smell lingering traces of his aftershave, only barely detectible now from having been worn for so long. It was a warm, safe smell. If she could just reach out to him, maybe he would take her hand and pull her away from this terrible place. Britney tried, but this time she could no longer raise her arms, they seemed to be fused to her sides. Some unseen force was holding them fast.

There was someone else there, a person whom she had had heard so many time before. His voice was calm and patient. “Take it easy, Biff.” He said. “She should be coming up now.”

That was it. Biff. That was the voice she was trying to get to. Her big brother. He was so close she could feel his heat. Why could she not move?

“This is so fucked up.” Her brother sounded completely exhausted. “I hope you’re all happy now.”

“I never signed off on this shit.” The other man insisted. “I was with Jean on this one - she should’ve never been put in the field. I only told the Chief that she wanted to work, not that she should.”

Britney started to feel the weight of her body slowly come to rest. She was surrounded by soft linen and the smell of antiseptic. A large strong hand was tenderly rubbing her shoulder. She strained to lift her hands, but still found it impossible.

“Sorry, Doc.” Biff said. “It’s just been a really long night.”

Britney slowly opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the sharp white light being generated by the overhead florescent tubes. The disoriented cyborg felt as though her head was packed with cotton. She worked some saliva down her dried out throat. “Biff?” She half whispered.

“Hey there sleepy head.” He put his hand on the side of her face. “About time you decide to join us.”

“Where are we?” Britney croaked from a mouth that to her felt like sandpaper. She struggle to emerge from the hazy stupor that seemed to be intent on once again dragging her under.

“We’re in the clinic, sweetheart.” Biff took a glass of water from the night stand and put the straw to her lips. “Here, take a drink.”

Britney sucked on the straw and was relieved to feel the cool liquid flow down and coat her sore throat. She then gritted her teeth and shook he head, determined to fight her bodies desperate effort to fall back asleep.

“It’s okay, Brit.” To the young girl, the big man’s words sounded like a comforting lullaby. “Everything’s alright… you’re going to be fine… go ahead and sleep for a little while… I‘m right here…”

The young girl was again unsuccessful when she tried to raise her hands. She then tilted her head up off the pillow and once her eyes had focused, saw that her wrists were securely bound to the bed by heavy leather straps. “Wh… why are these on me?” She looked over at her big brother, fear starting in her eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Relax, sweetheart, it’s just a precaution.” He said reassuringly. “You got a little upset last night, remember?”

Britney suddenly recalled part of what had transpired the previous evening. With her brain on fire with anxiety, she had nervously sat on the examination table, waiting for Doctor Bianchi to check her out. Just then, an intern made the mistake of congratulating her on her ‘first kill’. At this, the young girl had flown into a rage. “The man’s dead!” She screamed hysterically. “You’re congratulating me for that?! What the fuck’s wrong with you?!”

Biff tried desperately to calm his little sister, but she had already spun out of control. After she had pushed over a glass cabinet full of medical supplies, it took the efforts of Biff, Bianchi, and two other interns to hold her down while a nurse administered a fast acting sedative. When the struggling girl felt the sting of the needle being thrust into her arm, she spit in the woman’s face. “Fucking bitch!” she shouted defiantly. “I’ll shove that up your ass!”

This was all she could remember. Once Britney had lost consciousness, she was quickly hustled to the ward where she was placed in four point restraints, followed by an IV to keep her anesthetized until morning.

“How are you felling, Britney?” Dr. Bianchi asked. He lifted one her eyelids with his thumb, and with his pen light, tested her pupils reaction.

“I’m fine, sir.” She responded, feeling the fog in her head finally starting to clear.

“You seem to be doing a lot better today.” Brianchi straighten up and studied her for a moment before asking. “Is it going to be alright if I take these off of you?”

“Yes, sir.” Her previous night‘s behavior was only now starting to sink in. “I’m fine, really.”

“Good.” He and Biff then went about the task of unbuckling the restraints from her wrists and ankles. She was an Agency operative, a supposed professional. Nothing like this had ever happened to any of the other girls. There had been handlers who had taken their girls out for dinner after their first kill. None of them had ever thrown a violent tantrum, wreaking havoc on the examination room, and most certainly none had been doped up by force and tied down like an animal. Once unfettered, Britney rubbed her wrists which were sore and bruised from having spent the night pulling against the cuffs.

Britney then started to squirm as she suddenly became aware of a more critical matter. “Doctor?” She said urgently. “I have to go to the bathroom… really bad!”

“That’s fine, go ahead.” Bianchi gave Biff a quick nod. The handler helped her out of bed and followed close behind.

Britney was almost running by the time she reached the bathroom. Once the girl was inside, she tried to close the door, only to have Biff hold up his hand and pushed it back open. He then stepped into the small bathroom with her, closing the door behind him. “What are you doing?” Britney asked, hopping from one foot to the other.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He replied. “Doctors orders.”

Even though Britney found this ‘order’ upsetting, and was not too keen on using the bathroom while her big brother was practically sitting on her lap, the emergency call of nature was her top priority. When the urine began flowing even before her bottom was on the seat, Britney was suddendly grateful that all she had on was an open back hospital gown. She breathed a long sigh of relief as her over-filled bladder started to empty.

The previous night, Bianchi informed Biff that until he was satisfied the girl was no longer in an overly agitated state, and posed no threat to herself or the staff, she would be placed on what they call a suicide watch. In Britney’s case, this meant she would have an authorized person with her at all times, stopping her if she tried to hurt herself, or raising the alarm if she again became violent. When she finished urinating, Britney hung her head and began to cry, realizing they did not even trust her enough to let her go to the restroom on her own. Biff bent down and gently rubbed her back. “It’s alright, Brit.” He said softly. “Everything’s going to be alright…”

When they made it back to the bed, and Biff had helped her slide under the covers, Britney was again disheartened to see a waiting syringe in Doctor Bianchi’s hand. “I really don’t need any more of that. “I’m okay now.” She implored, tears still on her damp cheeks.

Biff then took her hand. “Brit?” When she saw her brother’s eyes, the look in them told her that at this point, cooperation was their best course of action.

The girl seemed to go limp. “Yes, sir.”

“Don’t worry, Britney, this isn’t going to knock you out.” The Doctor pushed the needle into the muscle of her arm. “It’s just something to help you relax.”

“Yes, sir.”

“We’re going to talk a little later.” Bianchi patted her shoulder. “But for now, I just want you to try and rest, okay?”

“Yes, sir.” She replied.

Once the Doctor had left, Biff leaned forward and softly kissed her forehead, causing her to again break down into tears. “Biff?” She sobbed. “I’m sorry I disobeyed you.... please don’t hate me anymore.”

“I don’t hate you, sweetheart, I love you.” He replied, his own eyes starting to mist over. “And I’m the one who’s sorry for acting like such a jackass.”

“No, it was my fault.” Britney insisted. “I wouldn’t listen.”

“I was the one who should have been listening.” Biff gently took the girl’s face in his hands. “I turned my back on you when you needed me most.”

“I don’t care about that.” She said. “All that matters is you’re here now.”

“Believe it, Brit.” Biff wrapped his muscular arms around his sister and held her tight. “I’ll never leave your side again, not for as long as I live.”

The fratello embraced one another and wept, once again rejoicing it the unbreakable bound they shared. “I love you so much…” The young girl whispered through her tears.

Later, Britney sat up in bed eating her breakfast, while Biff, who had been awake all night standing watching over her, enjoyed a much needed cup of coffee.

“I guess I really put on a show last night, huh?” The girl said as she took a bite of a croissant.

“I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t entertaining.” The big man laughed. “But don’t worry about it. I always thought that exam room needed remodeling.”

Britney was now feeling somewhat euphoric from the heavy dose of Lorazepam the Doctor had administered. “I want you to tell Jean I’ll pay for everything I broke.”

"The hell with that." Biff said. "Anytime you feel a need to trash this place you go right on ahead. Anyone's got a problem with it they can take it up with me."

“I feel like a total idiot.” She said with a pout. “Some professional I am.”

“You did good, Brit.” The big picked up a napkin and wiped the corner of his sisters mouth. “Don’t let anyone tell you different. I’m very proud of you.”

The blond girl gave her brother a warm, loving smile. “Then that’s good enough for me.”

A few hours later, Britney’s spirits were somewhat lifted when Doctor Bianchi informed Biff and herself that the suicide watch he had imposed would no longer be necessary.



Across the compound, Paolo stepped out of the girl-boy dorm and into the warmth of the late-afternoon sun. Clutched in his hand was a green tinted glass vase, in which was arranged an assortment pink flowers - daisies, carnations and roses. Earlier that day, Maria had driven him to the florist before leaving to visit her family in Sicily.

As he entered the parking lot, he heard a familiar voice coming from behind. “Hey! Wait up Ringo!”

It was his trainer, the Puerto Rican cyborg Rachel. On their first day at the range, she had given him the moniker Ringo because of his obsession with firearms. However, the Wild West connotation was lost on the Italian boy who had never before heard the name. Paolo was relieved to find his instructor in high spirits. As of late, his relationship with her was becoming somewhat strange and unsettling. As it was with Maria, the boy could now sense the kind of mood she was in without the aid of any verbal or physical signals. There were other things happening that were just as confusing.

The day before, he was invited to join one of Rachel and Triela’s CQB training sessions. As he looked on, Triela flipped his instructor over her shoulder, the dark haired girl hitting the mat with a slap. Paolo suddenly found himself fighting a nagging urge to run to her defense. Eventually the feeling became so uncomfortable the boy had to leave the gym.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?!” Rachel had yelled after him.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I don’t feel very good.” He said in a shaky voice. “I think I need to go lay down.”

“Too bad.” Triela said to her sister. “I was really looking forward to beating the shit out of him.”

“Yeah, so was I.” Rachel shook her head as the boy trotted away. "Lazy little bastard..." She grumbled to herself.

Logically, Paolo knew that the two girls were friends engaged in a simple sparing match, and could not for the life of him understand what had made him feel that way.

What neither of them knew was that the boy, without even meaning to, was in the early stages of forming a fratello like bond with his instructor. Maria’s new role as mother had left Paolo with an intense conditioning induced need for a handler – a need that Rachel was inadvertently satisfying.

“What’s with the flowers?” She asked.

“They’re for Britney,” The boy said. “Maria told me she was in the clinic, and I thought these would help.”

Rachel gave him a surprised look. “You thought flowers would help?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Paolo said, confused by her question. “Girls like flowers… don’t they?”

“I don’t understand this.” Rachel rubbed the back of her neck. “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were being, dare I say it… sensitive?”

“Very funny.” He turned and continued on his way.

“I’m headed there to drop off her lap top.“ Rachel held up a pink Hello Kitty case. “We’ll go together.”

As they walked along she said. “I had a sit down with Maria before she left. She wanted me to give you a message.”

“What’s that?”

Rachel looked at his dirty, unkempt hair and took the opportunity to insert one of her own messages first. “She said you’re a filthy, disgusting little pig who needs to listen to Rachel and take a shower everyday like she told you to.”

“She didn’t say that.” The boy frowned.

“Have you taken a shower today?” She asked.

Paolo felt the anxiety start to build. “Not yet.”

Did you take one yesterday?” The girl pressed.

“No, ma’am, I kind of forgot.” He answered her honestly. Paolo was constantly falling short of all Rachel’s expectations, but he knew that lies were the one thing the Puerto Rican girl would never tolerate. She had warned him about it from the start, and it was something he took as seriously as she did.

“You’d forget your own head if it wasn’t screwed on." Rachel said. "Am I going to have to drag your ass in there and wash you myself?”

It was immediately obvious to the young Paolo that his exasperated senior girl had not thought this question through before asking it. He knew he was taking his life in his own hand by exploiting her mistake, but the boy simply could not resist the fun of ribbing her.

“That’d probably be best, ma’am.” He tried to hide his smile. “It’s the only way I’ll learn my lesson.”

Rachel was not at all amused. “You’re a funny guy.” She said. “Why don’t we see how funny you are after I slap the dog shit out of you?”

“Sorry, ma’am.” He hid his face behind the flowers. “So what did she really say?”

“She said she loves you, and if you behave yourself while she’s gone, she’ll bring you back a present.”

“What kind of present?” He excitedly asked.

“How the hell should I know?” Rachel snapped. “All I know is that it’s my decision whether you get it or not, so don’t fuck with me.”

“Why do you always think I’m going to fuck with you?” The boy hung his head and started to pout.

“Because that seems to be your mission in life.” The irritated girl said. “When we first started this arrangement it was with the understanding that you follow my orders without question. Has that happened yet? Hell no! All I ever get from you is a steady ration of lame excuses and back-sass. If I were asking you to part the Red Sea, I could understand where you might have a problem with it, but you can’t even handle something as simple as taking an occasional shower, or keeping your room clean. It’s like everything I tell you goes in one ear and right out the other.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am.” The young boy said quietly.

“Stop with the pouting already.” Even now, Rachel had to keep reminding herself that this boy was not Stefano, and that he took everything she said to heart. She found herself constantly walking the fine line between constructive criticism and unnecessary injury. “Listen, I don’t like ragging on you any more then you like hearing it, but you have to understand I’m not just training you to shoot guns and fight. I really do want to make you a good operative, but I also want you to be a good civilian once you leave here.”

“Yes, Miss Rachel.” Paolo brightened up a bit. “I promise I’ll try harder.”

“I wish I had a dime for every time I’ve heard that.” She said. “There’s going to be an inspection tonight, so both you and that room better be immaculate, understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Maria informed me you’re due for your first reward.” She added. “Apparently that’s also part of my job. I don‘t know exactly what is you‘ve done to deserve one, but she‘s running the show, so start think about what you want.”

“Can it be anything?” He asked.

“Anything within reason.” She replied.

As they continued on through the parking lot, Paolo asked. “Are you guys still going to Atlanta?”

“As far as I know.” She replied. “That’s still a ways off. I’m sure they won’t hold Brit that long.”

Paolo cautiously looked up at his instructor. “Maybe… I could come along?”

“Forget it shrimp.” Rachel said. “That’s not going to happen.”

“How come Marc always gets to go with you guys but not me?” He whined. “I’m his senior ya know.”

“You‘re not shit.” Rachel said. “We don’t get a whole lot of time off, and when it does come around, we don’t want to spend it babysitting. Besides, Maria would never let you go without her.”

“Maybe she could come along too?”

”Here’s the deal.” She explained. “We go on vacation to relax, and kind of let our hair down. That would be hard to do with Maria looking over our shoulders.”

“In other words, you party your butt’s off, right?”

“I guess that’s another way to put it.” Rachel said. “Certain things happen that you big sister would defiantly not approve of.”

“What kind of things?” The now curious boy asked.

“Well, I remember this one time at Brit’s estate some of her surfer-dude friends came over.” Rachel could not help but smile at the memory. “I guess we all got pretty lit, and by the end of the night, everyone was naked in the pool.” When she glanced over and saw how this had peaked Paolo’s interest, she quickly amended her story. “Before you get the wrong idea, nothing happened. Not with me anyway. I was just swimming… and maybe a little hot tubbing.”

Paolo grinned at this revelation. “I can’t believe you’d go skinny-dipping.”

“What’s not to believe?” She said defensively. “I’m not ashamed of my body.” Rachel did not want to admit to her subordinate that alcohol had played a key role in loosening her inhibitions.

“Sounds like it was a lot of fun.” The boy said, now starting to pout again. “I wish I could have been there.” More than anything, Paolo longed to shake the outsider stigma he had been branded with, and finally have the other cyborgs accept him as one of their own.

“I don't have a problem being naked in front of the other girls,” Rachel scowled, “But it’ll be a cold day in hell when you see me in the buff.”

“Oh, but it’s alright if it’s Marc?” He countered.

“I think you’re forgetting that I have nothing Marcello’s interested in.”

“What about the surfer-dudes?” He asked.

“What about them?” She shot back. “They happened to be very nice, and unlike some people, none of them tried to grope me.”

Paolo sighed. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Damn right I’m not.” Rachel said with a smirk. “I think I’ll even have it put on your tombstone – Here lies Paolo, the notorious boob bandit.”

Even though he hated being reminded of his past indiscretion, the boy was at least happy that his instructor was now comfortable joking about it.

“By the way, are you familiar with the cyborg code of silence?” She asked.

“Sure I am.”

“Good.” She said. “Keep your little trap shut about the pool party. I don’t want it getting back to Fernando.”

“Don’t worry.” Paola assured. “You know I’d never snitch you out.”

Upon arriving at the clinic, the two checked in at the receptionist deck, and then headed back to the ward. Little Britney, who had just returned from a trip to the bathroom, was bending over her bed. Paolo's jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw that her untied hospital gown left the entire back of her bare body completely exposed. Rachel in turn gave the boy a sharp smack to the back of his head. "What are you looking at asshole?!" Paolo quickly buried his red face in the pink flower arrangement.

“Hey, Brit.” Rachel greeted.

“Oh, hey guys.” The startled girl said. She climbed into her bed and squirmed under the covers

“How are you feeling?” The older girl asked.

“I’m not really sure.” Britney smiled. “They got me so doped up I don’t even know what day it is… not that I’m complaining or anything.”

“This really sucks.” Rachel reached out and stoked her hair. “I go on missions all the time and they don’t do squat for me. You go on just one, and they let you lounge around the clinic and get stoned. Where’s the justice in that?”

Britney took her sisters hand and held it against her cheek. “I think it’s because you’re a bitch and no one likes you.”

This got a small chuckle from Paolo. However, when he saw his instructors menacing glare, the smile quickly melted from his face, and he gave a nervous cough.

“That maybe true,” Rachel said, turning her attention back to Britney, “But it’s still not fair.”

“The nurse should be by anytime to juice me up again.” Britney said. “Why don’t you ask her if you can have some?”

“That’s not a bad idea.” Rachel glanced back at Paolo. “Thanks to numb-nuts here, I’m all stressed out.”

“It’s not his fault.” Britney said. “If you’d just let me get you laid, you wouldn’t be having that problem.”

“Please, Brit!” Rachel put her hand on Paolo’s shoulder. “Not in front of the c-h-i-l-d.”

Paolo rolled his eyes. “I can spell you know.”

Rachel then gave his shoulder a squeeze. “Wasn’t there something you wanted to give her?”

“Oh, right.” He handed her the flower arrangement. “These are for you. Maria helped me get them, so they’re kind of from both of us.”

“That’s so sweet!” She gave the pink blooms a thorough sniff. “They’re beautiful.” She set the flowers on the night stand and held up her arms up to him. When the boy leaned forward to receive his hug, Britney gently kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Paolo.”

“You’re welcome.” The blushing boy said.

“And here’s the lap top you requested.” Rachel set the case on the bed next to her. “Are you sure it’s okay for you to have this?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Britney asked. “It’s not like I can kill myself with it. Can you believe they don’t have a single TV in this place? I’m bored out of my skull.”

“Take a load off, Ringo.” Rachel said as she pushed Paolo towards the chair. She then sat down on the side of Britney’s bed. When she did, her leg brushed up against one of the heavy leather straps that were still affixed to the bed frame.

“Damn girl.” Rachel said. “Did they have to tie you down?”

“For a little while.” The blond was suddenly very self-conscious of her bruised wrists and pushed them under the covers. “It really wasn’t any big deal.”

“Oh yeah?” Rachel laughed. “I‘ve already heard about the number you did on the ER. I guess you really are nuts. What’s next, shock treatment? A lobotomy?”

“No such luck.” Britney replied. “Dr. Biannchi says they’re just holding me for observation. If I can prove I’m not off my rocker, they’re going to turn me loose.”

“That’s a laugh.” Rachel said. “Being a member of Section 2 automatically make you insane. He of all people should know that.”

Paolo, hearing his phone start to ring, took it from his pocket and held it to his ear. “Hello?” After listening for a moment he responded. “Yes, sir. I’m on my way, sir.”

“Who was that?” Rachel asked.

“It’s Accorsi.” He replied with a frown. “He wants to see me and Marc for our weekly meeting.”

The irritated Puerto Rican shook her head. “I’m getting really sick of that bastard pushing you around.”

Paolo’s face suddenly lit up. “Really?”

“Settle down, Ringo.” She scowled. “I don’t give a shit about you; it’s the principle of the thing. He knows damn good and well that I’m in charge of you now, but he still keeps on trying to throw his weight around. I think he does it just to irritate me.”

“I don’t wanna tell you what to do, Miss Rachel,” Paolo said, still smiling, “But I think you ought to kick his ass!”

“And I think you need to get the hell out of here!” She scolded. “Soon as you finish with that prick, get started on your room.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The boy said as he stood up from his chair.

“And when you take your shower, try splashing on a little bleach.” She said sarcastically. “Maybe that’ll help cut though some of the grime.”

The boy shot her a dirty look. “Maybe you’d be happier if I just boiled myself?”

“Now you’re talking.” She replied. “About three minutes ought to do it.”

As Paolo walked away, he made a comical face, and started to quietly mumble under his breath. “Now you’re talking… about three minutes ought to do it…

“I heard that you little fuck!” Rachel called after him.

“Why are you so mean to him all the time?” Britney tried to conceal a smile. “He’s really trying hard.”

“No he’s not!” Rachel countered. “If that kid were any lazier, he’d be in a coma.”

“Well maybe if you’d stop exploiting him…”

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw him out there the other day washing Fernando’s car.” Britney said. “What’s up with that?”

“That was part of his training.” She said trying to keep a straight face. “Like that karate movie with Chachi. You know, wax on wax off, that kind of shit.”

“Speaking of shit, you’re full of it.” Britney replied.

“Don’t get your thong in a twist.” She laughed. “As far as I’m concerned, any activity that gets that little pig close to soap and water is a good thing.”

“Alright then, why do you make him call you ma’am?” She asked. “You’re not an adult.”

“Hey, I never once told him he has to do that.” Rachel insisted. “That’s his idea, not mine. I couldn’t care less what he calls me.”

“I also know you make him clean your guns.”

“It’s good for him.” She said. “Builds character. And as long as we’re on the subject, you want to hear what I found out about your precious little brother?”

“What’s that?”

“Maria does his laundry.” The older girl shook her head in disgust. “Get this, she takes the shit home with her, washes it, irons it, folds it, brings it back here, and puts it away for him. How that for a kick in the ovaries?”

Britney shrugged her shoulders. “I think it’s kind of sweet.”

“It’s bogus! And I plan on putting a stop to it. No one else around her has maid service, why should he?”

“Maybe he doesn’t know how.”

“It’s laundry, Brit, not rocket science.” Rachel sighed. “I know the kid has the IQ of a turnip, but I think even he’s capable of grasping the concept. Anyway, you’ll be happy to know I’m going to be giving the nimrod his first reward.”

“Well, I hope you make it something nice.”

“Oh, it will be.” Rachel then got a sly look in her eyes. “Actually, he wants to come with us to Atlanta, and I think I’ll let him.”

“Oh, no you won’t!” Britney declared.

“Why ever not?” Rachel was starting to enjoy this. “Are you telling me you’d kick poor little Paolo to the curb just so you can enjoy a week of debauchery? You ought to be ashamed of yourself.”

“Fine then.” Britney countered. “Bring him along, I insist.”

Rachel started to laugh. “Brit, I wouldn’t take that kid to a dog show… even if I knew he could win.”

The younger girl was not able to keep from giggled along with her big sister.



It was ten o’clock at night, and Britney had just sent off an e-mail before calling it a day. It was to her brother Kevin, and in it she informed him that she had just completed her first kill mission. She knew how upsetting it would be to the boy, but felt it was something he had the right to know. She ended her message with ‘I love you’ and a smiley face emoticon.

At this point, she knew it would be best to close her laptop and go to sleep, but a burning curiosity within proved to be too strong. She took a deep breath and brought up the Rai News website. After scrolling half way down the page, she saw something that made her gasp out loud. She stared at a familiar face, and a headline that read: GIS OFFICER FOUND DEAD. Britney clicked on this and began to read the text. As she expected, the article gave very little information, only that the circumstances were suspicious, and Police were treating it as a homicide. It then went on to give a pitifully brief biography of Pasolini’s life. There was, however, one thing that caught Britney’s attention, something that Biff and Jean had failed to mention. While she knew the man was married, she had no idea he had two sons, just eight and five years old.

Britney realized that visiting this site was a mistake. When she scrolled back up to the top of the page, the sight of his image gave her a sudden adrenaline rush of excitement. It felt as though her body was starting to crackle with energy. If the present situation could somehow magically change, and the Lieutenant was still alive, she would do whatever it took to escape the compound, and like some mythical vampire, run through the night in search of him. Once she had captured her prey, she would make him her slave for all eternity.

After taking a quick look around the ward to make sure she was alone, the young girl discreetly slipped a hand under the covers and down between her legs. As Britney started to move her middle finger in a slow circular motion, she was surprised by how moist she had already become.

This activity was suddenly interrupted by a nearby voice that made her jump. It was an intern, the same man whose comment had ignited her anger the night before. He stood next to her bed with a somewhat hesitant look on his face. “How are you doing tonight, Britney?”

“I… I’m fine.” She slowly moved her hand to the side of her leg and wiped it on the sheet before bringing it out from underneath the covers. “Just messing around on the internet.”

“Cool.” After an awkward moment he continued. “Listen, I’m really sorry about the other night. I wasn’t trying to upset you…”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Britney interjected. “I don’t know why I acted that way. You probably think I’m a total psycho, but I’m really not like that.”

“I don’t think that at all.” The man was well aware of how deadly the cyborgs were, but seeing her sweet, bashful smile immediately put him at ease. “I have a lot of respect for you girls, and what you do.”

“Thanks.” True to form, Britney incorporated some subtle flirtation. “I think you guys are pretty awesome too.”

By the time they were finished chatting, it was clear Britney had a new fan.

“I’m getting ready to take off for the night.” He said. “Is there anything I can get you before I go?”

“No, I’m fine. Thanks.”

“You sleep tight, okay? “ When he started to walk away, Britney reached up to scratch her nose. When she did, the scent on her fingers once again started the adrenaline pumping through her veins, and after her close call with the intern, it was clear she would now be needing some privacy. “Actually, there is one thing.” She called after him. “Do you think it would be alright for me to take a bath before turning in? I haven’t gotten a chance to clean up since the mission, and I feel all yucky.”

“Sure you can.” He cheerfully replied. “I’ll go let the nurse know.”

A short time later, Britney lay in the warm water trying to relax, hoping that just this once, the state of arousal would dissipate and leave her in peace, but deep down she knew better. The young girl closed her eyes as she began to pinch one of her nipples, all the while imagining it was not her own fingers, but Pasolini’s mouth, alternately sucking and nibbling, just as he had done on that terrible night. On this evening, her self-stimulation was being done out of nothing more than pure necessity. Experience had taught her that trying to ignore it was an exercise in futility, and once her sexual excitement had reached this level, there was no turning back - the incessant craving would continue on unabated until she did what was needed to bring it under control. If she ever hoped to fall asleep that night, it would have to be dealt with.

She leaned forward and flipped up the drain lever, allowing the water level to drop. Britney then turned on the faucet, and after adjusting the temperature, scooted her bottom underneath the warm torrent of water. With her feet up on the edge of the tub, the young girl closed her eyes and lay back, once again becoming an obedient slave to her body’s demands. Since the clinic personnel were busily going about the business of shift change, she tried to be as quite as possible while the tension within her rapidly intensified like an ever tightening spring. Usually when Britney pleasured herself, she would draw it out for as long as she possibly could, slowly stimulating her body until it became unendurable. That night in the clinic was different story - all she wanted to do was get it over with as quickly as possible so she could return to her bed and go to sleep. As the sickening images from the mission played out in her head, Britney found herself being torn between feelings of intense excitement, and utter revulsion. When the young girl felt her body start to spasm, she hastily clamped her free hand over her mouth in an effort to muffle her voice. Once it was finally over, the dazed girl lay in the now empty tub, warm water cascading over her stomach and breasts.

The orgasm gave the young cyborg some temporary relief, but it still paled in comparison to what she had experienced with the Lieutenant. There was a plain, terrible and ugly truth Britney finally had to face – she wanted to do it again. She longed to be in the throes of the amazing gift the demon child had given her, a feeling that could only be described as a thousand climaxes simultaneously exploding within her. A nearly unbearable, almost frightening ecstasy without equal. The girl felt as though she were a heroin addict who had just gotten her first fix, and now thirsted for more.

Still lying in the tub, Britney wondered if she should approach Father De Luca, the old priest who came every week to celebrate mass with her sisters. She was beginning to seriously wonder whether or not her behavior was conditioning induced, or the result of true demonic possession. All of her sister received the exact same medication she did, but none of them would ever kill in the sick and twisted way she did. Not only had she murdered a man while having sex with him, but she had found it to be the most amazing thing she had ever experienced, a pure ecstasy that seemed to be more spiritual then physical. On top of everything else, she had just masturbated while reliving the horrific event in her mind. It was true that every Christian denomination had their men of the cloth who claimed they could drive out the devil, her own faith included, but she believed that the Catholics and their ancient Rite of Exorcism was the best bet.

It did not take long for Britney to dismiss the entire idea outright. An exorcism was a long and drawn out process that would require the authorization of adults, something she knew was out of the question. She would also be compelled to explain to the old Priest just why it was she felt she was possessed, something she could not honestly do. Even when her sisters entered to sanctity of the confessional, they were forbidden from confessing to anything work related, a situation that devout girl’s like Henrietta found extremely frustrating. Perhaps she would just ask the old man for a simple blessing, and hope that in some small way it might help.

Britney would spend two more days in the clinic before the medical staff was satisfied she was fit leave. During that time, she was visited by every one of her sisters who were not out on missions, Petrushka being the obvious exception. One of the provisions for her release was a requirement she report back each day for a quick assessment by Doctor Bianchi. To Britney, this was a further humiliation, a situation she likened to a criminal having to check in with a parole officer. Each day she would dutifully sit down with the Doctor and answer a battery of assorted questions, all of which were meant to evaluate her mental stability: How are you feeling today? How did you sleep last night? How’s your appetite? How are things with you and Biff? Have you been taking your medication? Have you been going to all your classes? Are you having any thoughts about hurting anyone? Have you been thinking about hurting yourself?

This would go on for the next two weeks, and by the time of their last session, little Britney was able to give the correct answers without even hearing the questions.

THE END




A Britney and Rachel GSG fanfic? Seriouly folks, what more could you ask for?




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Re: Biff & Little Britney

Post by ElfenMagix on Sun 8 Jan 2012 - 22:57

Perfection as impossible as it is to obtain, this approaches it greatly with excellence!


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Re: Biff & Little Britney

Post by Odon on Mon 9 Jan 2012 - 6:20

One soldier down, one entire Italian Mechanised Liberation Brigade to go...

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Re: Biff & Little Britney

Post by tremec6speed on Mon 9 Jan 2012 - 23:45

Poor Britney, what a predicament she is in.
Great story, in particular the opening scene which had me thinkin' everything was cool till the part where the man announces he cannot grant her simple request to apply the lotion as he was now a .... corpse.
Eerie.
More than an assassin, a predator of men.
Luv that kind of reading! study


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Re: Biff & Little Britney

Post by Danjo3 on Wed 11 Jan 2012 - 3:06

@ Elfen, Odon and tremec6speed. Thanks guys, much appreciated. Very Happy
tremec6speed wrote:More than an assassin, a predator of men.
She did seem to take the old adage ‘love ’em and leave ‘em’ to the extreme.

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Post by Danjo3 on Sun 29 Jan 2012 - 12:16

Friends and Freedom



Not long after Britney was released from the clinic, Biff sat down to a meeting with Jean. The big man felt certain it would be in regards to his little sister’s next mission, just one more in a long line of missions yet to come. But this was not to be. By what seemed a miracle of providence, Biff’s fratello was granted a reprieve.

“It shouldn’t have taken her anymore than ten minutes tops.” Jean said. “Instead, she was in there for almost forty-five minutes. Now I’ve questioned her several times about what went on in there, and she insists that all they did was talk. I’ve also seen the Police report, and there are some major inconsistencies between the crime scene investigation and her story. In other words, your little sister is trying to cover something up.” He closed the folder and tossed it on the desk in front of Biff. “Look it over when you get a chance and you’ll see what I mean.”

“The fucker’s dead isn’t he?” Biff said. “What difference does it make if…”

Jean held up his hand to silence the big man. “I don’t know what it is she’s trying to hide, and to be honest, I don’t want to know. All I’m really concerned about is her competency. There’s no way in hell I’m going to send a cyborg out on a mission, then sit back and hope for the best. And I’m not even going to get into the way she lost her mind afterwards. The stakes in this game are too damn high to be flipping a coin, and that’s exactly what we did with Britney.”

“What’s this we shit?” Biff said. “I never wanted it to happen.”

“Neither did I.” Jean leaned forward and folded his hands on the desk. “I know you think I’m a total asshole for the way I treated you and Britney, and I don’t blame you, but for all it’s worth, I didn’t have any more choice in it then you did.”

“Jean, if you’re planning on sending that girl home, I want you to know you’ll have no problems with me. I’ll stay as long as you want, and do whatever the fuck you want me to do.”

“I wish I could.” He started to rub his temples with the heels of his hands. “But the Chief has other ideas. He still thinks Britney has potential, and with a little more work, could still be a valuable asset. I don’t think he knows what the hell he’s talking about, but there it is.”

“So you’re giving her another mission?”

“No, I’m not.” Jean said. “You’ll be happy to know I’m taking her off the roster and putting her back on reserve. She’s to continue her training regiment just as before. She’s going to monitored and given regular evaluations, just like always. If at sometime in the future they feel she’s ready to try again… I’m sorry, but that’s just life.”

The guilt Biff had been feeling prior to his little sisters mission was nothing compared to what he was going through now. The big man had no intension of reading the Police report – he could not care less what happened in that room. All he knew for sure was that his little sisters once innocent hands were now stained with blood, and the responsibility for that fell square on his shoulders. If there was truly a heaven, he thought to himself, God’s judgment on him would be totally void of mercy. He stood up and walked to the door.

“Biff?” Jean said. “When you see Britney, let her know as far as she’s concerned, the matter‘s closed. I don’t want her worrying about this anymore then she has to.”

“Sure.” Biff said as he exited the room.



As always, time seemed to have a way of smoothing over the rough stretches in life, and so it was at the Agency. It had been three months since the mission, and Britney was finally coming to terms with her inner demon. This did not mean the feelings had gone away - in fact she did battle with them on a daily basis. She had gotten a taste for the hunt, and no amount of self loathing could ever stop her from fantasizing about killing again. However, Britney realized that she could no longer go on beating herself up over feelings she had no control over. If she did, the two sides of her soul would eventually consume one another. If she were ever going to live anything resembling a normal life, she would have to embrace the demon child and take ownership of it. Only in this way could she keep her dark side under control.

The news of her active status being revoked brought on a host of conflicting emotions. On one hand she was thankful she would not be called upon to commit another act of murder, while on the other was a deep seated frustration at being denied the opportunity to satisfy her new and frightening blood-lust. Britney was also thoroughly sickened by the realization that her victim did not have to be a man – a woman or even a child would give her the same sexual thrill. If it was ordered by the Agency, she would throw herself into the task with complete and total abandon. All she could do now was take comfort in the knowledge that it was their filthy conditioning that was responsible for what she had become.

Just when she needed it most, Britney’s spirits were lifted by a much welcomed distraction – the day had come for the cyborg trip to Atlanta. She would be making the trek to the United States with her sisters Triela, Claes, and Rachel, along with the girl-boy Marcello. They were to assemble in front of the administrative building at seven o’clock in the morning to load their bags into one of the Agencies vans, and then be driven to Fiumicino Airport by Biff. The only glitch in the operation occurred when Biff arrived but Marcello did not.

Since Marcello was Triela’s charge, it fell to her to find out what the problem was. She sprinted to the girl-boy dorm and barged into his darkened room without knocking. There she saw the boy curled up under his covers, softly snoring. She quickly flipped on the lights and tore off his blankets.

“What the fuck, Marc!” She yelled. “Get your ass up! It’s time to go!”

Wh… what?” The bleary eyed boy said.

“Don’t what me!” She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to his feet. “We’re all waiting on you!”

“I’m sorry.” He tried to shake to sleep from his head. “I guess my alarm didn’t go off.”

The girl was already at his dresser pulling out clothes. “I think you’re just trying to make me look bad.” Once she had assembled his outfit, she turned to him and started unbuttoning his pajama top.

The boy backed away and said. “I think I can do it myself.”

“Then do it!” The blond picked up the underwear she had taken from his drawer and stood in front of him. She became even more frustrated when he did not comply. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

“I’d kind of like a little privacy.”

“Oh for crying out loud!” She threw the underwear at him and bent down to pick up his bags which he had packed the night before. “Just hurry it up will ya?!”

Once she had left the room, Paolo, who had been roused from sleep by the commotion, stated to laugh. “I can’t believe you’d pass up a chance to be dressed by Triela. You’re not just gay, you’re like… super gay.”

“Fuck you.” He replied as he hurriedly slipped into his clothes.

Marcello ran across the parking lot as fast as his feet would carry him, only to be met by a clearly unhappy Biff. “Can we go now?” He asked the boy. “Or do you need a little more time?”

“I’m sorry, sir.” He mumbled with his head down. “My alarm didn’t go off.”

Biff grunted and headed to the front of the van while Britney slid open the side door. As they waited to climb inside, Marcello handed Rachel a copy of PC World magazine. “What’s this?” She asked.

“It’s from Paolo. He wanted you to have something to read on the plane.”

She was more than a little surprised as she took the magazine, and in spite of herself, started to smile. “That was nice of him.”

“Ah, isn’t that just so sweet.” Triela said as she puckered her lips and started to make kissing sounds.

Rachel gave the girl a menacing stare. “That’s right, keep it up blondie.”

After they had made it to the highway, Triela fished a brush from one of Britney’s bags and went about the task of taming Marcello’s unruly ‘bed hair’. The boy winced with every pull of the brush. “It looks like someone stuck a mop on your head. When we get back, you‘re getting a haircut.” This situation gave Rachel a perfect opportunity to pay her sister back for the comment she had made concerning Paolo and his gift, but in the end she decided that Triela’s mothering of the boy was simply something that should not be interfered with. She lightly caressed the magazine in her lap while watching the Italian countryside flow past the window.

Once they had arrived at the airport, Biff had the unenviable task of not only dealing with the authorities, but also wrangling a group of overly exited cyborgs. It seemed to be one thing right after another. Just getting their luggage checked at the gate was a monumental ordeal. Both Triela and Rachel had packed pistols and assumed they could carry them on, while Biff struggled to understand why it even mattered. “They have an in flight movie, alright? You don’t need guns!”

“Can we stop at the gift shop?” Triela asked

“We really don’t have time…”

“I need to go to the bathroom.” Claes announced.

“Of course you do.” Biff said as he hung his head. “Brit?”

“Yes sir, we’ll be right back.” His sister said as the two scurried off.

“Anyone else?” The exacerbated handler asked. “Anyone? Now’s the time to speak up. You won’t get another chance after this, so let’s hear it!”

Needless to say, none of them was foolhardy enough to open their mouths. Once the other two had rejoined the group, Biff did his best to give them one last briefing before their departure. “Alright ladies, listen up. I know you’re on vacation and the whole point is to relax and have a good time, but I’d really appreciate it if you’d all at least try and make an effort to behave yourselves.”

“What’re you talking about?” Britney asked innocently.

“Don’t play dumb with me.” Biff scowled. “If you think I’m just some clueless old fogey, you’re wrong. I have a pretty good idea what you mice do when there aren’t any cats around.”

“Like what?” Rachel asked as innocently as her little sister.

“Like sex, drugs, and rock and roll!” He snapped at the Puerto Rican girl. “I’m surprised you savages haven’t turned up on a Girls Gone Wild video.”

“I’d never do anything like that.” Britney smiled. “Besides, they said my boobs were too small.”

“I’m serious young lady.” He said. “If you guys have another run-in with the Police, don’t even bother coming back."

Triela could not resist joining in. “Why, what’ll happen?”

“I’ll be waiting here to kick your asses as soon as you step off the plane!” Biff growled at the senior cyborg.

“It’s alright, Mr. Steele,” Claes announced in her most authoritarian voice, “I’ll make sure they behave.”

“Uh, huh.” Biff replied flatly. “I recall hearing that on the last outing you went missing one night. Didn’t they finally find you on the roof?”

The bespectacled girl was caught completely off guard, as were her friends. “I… I was just stargazing.”

“Buck naked?” Biff replied. “Tell me, are the stars really easier to see in your birthday suit?”

“She wasn’t completely naked, sir.” Marcello made an ill advised attempt at humor. “She still had her glasses on.”

“Put a sock in it, smartass!” The handler barked. “It's not too late to send you back!” Marcello might have been popular with the girl’s, but to Biff he was still a girl-boy, and not a person to be trusted. Even though he knew the boy was a homosexual, he was still not comfortable having him tag along with his precious sister and her friends, and only allowed it at their insistence.

“Yes, sir.” The weak boy slid closer to Triela, seeking the comfort of his senior girl‘s protection. The blond in turn gave him a smile and a reassuring pat on the back.

“Stop worrying.” Britney put her hand on his arm. “Remember, I have some of the best lawyers in the country. If anyone can get us out of jail, they can”

“If that was supposed to make me feel better, it didn’t work.”

“By the way, do you have any cigarettes with you?” Britney asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“I wanted to borrow some.” The girl leaned in close to her brother and whispered. “It’s what the con’s use for money in the big house.”

“Just because we’re in a public place, don’t think I won’t put you over my knee.” Biff let out a long sigh. “Listen, I want you guys to have a good time, just not too good a time. Remember, you’re respectable young ladies, and need to conduct yourselves with a certain amount of decorum.”

Marcello gave the man a puzzled look. “What’s decorum?”

“I thought I told up to shut up!” Biff shot back.

“Relax, Biff, everything will be fine, I promise.” She then turned to the others and said. “You guys go on to the gate, I’ll be right there.”

When they were alone, Biff looked down at his sister. She seemed to be as small and fragile looking as a china doll. There was nothing about her outward appearance to betray what lay within. He took her soft face into his hands. “Be careful, Brit, I’m serious.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And call me as soon as you get there.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Call me if you have any problems at all.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And stop calling me sir!”

“Yes, sir.” The girl laughed as the two hugged each other. Only when she was lost in her brother muscular arms and being squeezed to the point of suffocation did Britney ever know anything approaching pure and clean happiness. No sexuality, no demon child, no Agency. Just her big brother, and all of the unconditional love he radiated. It was always so hard to let go.

“I love you, Brit.”

“I love you too.”


When Britney joined the others at the gate, she inadvertently stumbled on to a conversation between Triela and Marcello. It was obvious neither of them noticed she had joined them.

“I happen to like Biff.” Triela said. “I think he’s pretty cool.”

“Not me.”

Triela then glanced up and saw her startled little sister standing behind her boy. “I think he’s an asshole.” Marcello said.

“Uh, Marc?” Triela nodded her head past the boy’s shoulder. When he turned around, Britney was standing there, arms folded, and an ominous look in her eyes that could be considered a lethal weapon. The boy suddenly felt a panic induced sweat start on his forehead.

“Oh, don’t let me interrupt.” Britney said in an icy tone. “Please, go on. I want to hear more about how big an asshole my brother is.”

“I… I’m sorry, Britney. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Really? Is there another definition of that word I’m not aware of?”

“No, what I meant was…”

“I go to all the trouble of bring you along on this trip, and this is the thanks I get? Bad mouthing Biff behind my back? That’s messed up, Marc!”

“Settle down, Brit.” Triela said.

“I’m really sorry.” The boy pouted. “It’s just that he’s so… scary.”

“Of course he’s scary!” Britney scolded. “That’s his job, you moron!”

Triela, realizing that her sister was genuinely angry, put her hands on his shoulders and drew him close. She then tried to diffuse the situation by asserting her authority as senior girl. “Cool it, Brit!” She ordered. “He’s just a little upset because Biff yelled at him. There’s no reason for you to be going off like this. You need to back off!”

Her big sisters admonishment shamed the girl to silence.

The boy tried his best to speak. “What I meant was… he’s really nice to you girls… but just cause I’m a boy…” After a moment of trying to put his thoughts into words, Marcello gave up the attempt to explain and hung his head, hoping he would not start to cry. “I’m really sorry, Britney. I guess… I don’t know what I meant.”

The bottom suddenly dropped out of Britney‘s anger. If it had been a fellow girl who had made this derogatory comment, they would have incurred her full wrath, but Marcello was a male, and as such, had a large amount of automatic immunity. Not only that, but Britney had to admit to herself that Biff’s earlier treatment of the boy was definitely harsh and uncalled for. Besides, it had not been so long ago that Marcello had extended her his own forgiveness after she had so callously forced him from his room.

“It’s alright.” She took a deep breath. “It was wrong of Biff to talk to you that way.”

“No it wasn’t.” The boy sniffled. “He’s your handler.”

“That’s not an excuse. You’re a person, just like the rest of us, and you’re entitled to the same respect. I’m sorry I yelled at you, Marc, you didn‘t deserve that.”

A slight smile played on Triela’s face as she listened to Britney. She was proud of how much maturing her little sister had done during her time at the Agency.

“I’m just happy you didn’t kill me.” The boy gave his sister a weak chuckle. “I really am sorry.”

“So am I.” Britney leaned forward and gave the boy a soft peck on the cheek. “Let’s just forget about it, okay?”

“Okay.”

“God, I think I‘m going to throw-up.” Rachel grumbled. “If you two are done slobbering on each other, can we please get this show on the road? I think some Hare Krishna’s are headed this way.”

The young group of Section 2 cyborgs walked through the gate and into the jetway. As they boarded their American Airlines flight and took their seats in the first class section, each felt the same gowning buzz of excitement. Soon they would be beyond the influence of the Agency, and for a precious short time, could forget the harsh reality of their profession. From that point on, they were able to allow themselves to enjoy what so many others took for granted - being nothing more than plain everyday teenagers.



The flight across the ocean was uneventful and seemingly endless. Most of them only half paid attention to the in flight movie, which happened to be the animated feature, Rango. Their lunch was a choice between steak and fillet of grouper, the girls all opting for the beef, while Marcello went with the fish. When asked what kind of beverage she would like with her meal, Britney casually ordered red wine. “The Cabernet Sauvignon will be fine.”

When the steward informed her she was not old enough, Britney tried another approach. She gestured to Rachel who was seated next to her and said. “Me and my sister here happen to be the daughters of the Ambassador to Luxembourg.” She explained. “We’re exempt from those kind of rules because of our diplomatic immunity.”

The man was clearly unimpressed. “That’s all fine and good, but I still can’t serve you any alcohol.”

“Oh really?” The blond girl said in mock indignation. “So you’d rather cause an international incident, is that it?”

“You’ll have to forgive my sister." Rachel forced an irritated smile. "She's been skipping her medication again. We’ll just have ice tea please.” Once the man had left, the older girl hissed at the now laughing Britney. “You can’t go two minutes without embarrassing me, can you?”

Several hours later, Britney checked her watch and calculated that their long journey was nearly over. She glanced across the aisle and saw that Marcello had fallen asleep with his head on Triela’s shoulder. She could tell that the older girl was taking care not to disturb him, something Britney found rather touching

It came as a great relief when the captain finally came over the intercom, informing the passengers that they were about to make land fall. Britney noticed Rachel put her head to the window and eagerly watch the Manhattan skyline come into view. As always seemed to happen, her eyes misted as she caught sight of the Statue of Liberty on their final approach to Kennedy International. This was her true home, something the other girls could never understand. To many outsiders, the city was a cold, hard place, but to Rachel, it was as comforting as a security blanket is to a child.

Britney put her hand on Rachel’s arm. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” There was a warm smile on her face. “It just feels really good to be home again, ya know?”

“I Know.” Britney reached over and wiped a tear from the girl’s cheek. “This is Biff’s hometown too. I’ve only visited a few times, but I’ll take it over Rome any day of the week.”

“You and me both kid.” Rachel put her arm around her little sister. “One of these days I’m going to take you to the Carnegie Deli. They have Pastrami there that’s better than sex.”

“Now that soundsgood Pastrami!” She giggled.

When the attendant announced the seatbelt sigh was on, Triela gently nudged her boy awake. “Rise and shine, dude.” She said. “We have arrived.”

When the boy realized where his head was, he quickly lifted it, saying. “Sorry about that…”

“It’s cool.” Triela smiled. “I wasn’t using that shoulder anyway.”

As they disembarked, the cyborg’s were infused with a renewed sense of excitement.

When Britney entered the terminal, she easily identified two men as FBI Agents, one of whom she recognized from her last visit. She gave the man a friendly wave, and he in turn smiled and nodded his head. From here on in, there would be Agents tailing them wherever they went. They would stakeout her Atlanta home, and every time her limousine pulled out of the front gates, an unmarked car would be following close behind. But this was not any kind of a problem. Britney and her friends were so used to a Bureau presence that they hardly noticed them anymore. However, it was this very situation that had caused Marcello’s boyfriend Nuncio to cancel his trip to the States. While he was certain the FBI would have no real interest in their illicit relationship, it was still a chance he was not willing to take. While Marcello was greatly disappointed by this turn of events, he none the less understood the reasoning behind it.

Britney turned to Claes and said. “I’m going to try inviting the G-men to swim with us again.”

“If they wouldn’t do it last time, what makes you think they’d do it now?”

“There’s no harm in asking is there?” Britney let out a wistful sigh. “I hope the cute one's going to Atlanta.”

Scrutinizing the handsome Agent put Claes in mind of the skinny-dipping she had done with Britney's surfer friends, and the surprising feelings of arousal the experience had sparked within her. There was one boy in particular who had made his interest in her abundantly clear. At one point in the evening, as she gazed at his attractive tanned body, she had come perilously close to inviting him up to her room. She wondered if such an opportunity might again present itself on this outing, and if it did, would she finally give in her desires? After all, the chances of having her first sexual experience back at the Agency were slim to none. If Claes ever hoped to lose her virginity, she would have to make good use of the freedom these rare vacations afforded her.

As had been pre-arranged, the young cyborgs bypassed security and were met by Britney’s chauffer, who in turn led them out to a waiting limousine. They were then ferried to Republic Airport located on Long Island, where her corporate jet stood ready on the tarmac. Once on board, the group had a slight delay as they waited for their luggage to catch up with them.

“This is more like it.” Triela arched her back in a full body stretch and put on her best snob act. “I’ve always so detested flying commercial. Being forced to hobnob with commoners is simply dreadful.”

“Especially if one of them is a crying brat.” Rachel eased into one of the plush armchairs. “That kid kept it up all the way across the freaking ocean. I thought I was going to lose my mind. There should be a law against babies in first class.”

“And how about that steak?” Claes added. “It was like gnawing on a piece of shoe leather.”

“Bitch, bitch, bitch! Is that all you people can do?” Britney chastised. “It was better swimming, wasn’t it?”

“Not by much.” Claes commented as she headed back to the bathroom.

“I thought it was nice, Britney, I really did.” Marcello was still trying to make amends for having earlier offended her.

“That’s the spirit.” She gave his arm a quick squeeze. “You all need to follow this young man’s lead.”

As Triela passed the boy, she leaned over and playfully whispered in his ear. “Kiss ass!” The blond then plopped down onto the leather couch and put her hands behind her head. “I wonder what the poor people are doing today.”

As short time later, Britney’s jet roared off the runway and into the sky on its way to Atlanta, passing the other commercial liners as if they were standing still.

Towards the back of cabin was a fully stocked wet bar, the counter laden with the kind of edibles her staff felt young people would enjoy - candy bars, salty snacks, a large tray of various cookies, and a bowl of fresh fruit. In the refrigerator, there was an assortment of soft drinks and juices. Britney’s people had also seen to it that their mistress had her favorite on board - a small silver plate with a doily, upon which was a stack of rice crispy treats. Marcello stepped up to the bar and stood eyeing the spread. Being a girl-boy meant that junk food such as this was hard to come by back at the Agency.

“Do you want something, Marc?” Britney asked. “Go on, help yourself.”

“Is it alright?” He asked.

“Of course it is.” Britney sighed. “Why do you think it‘s there.”

“I just didn’t want to...”

“Got any Red Bull?” Rachel asked.

“What do you think?” Britney replied.

“Cool.” The older girl said. “Toss me one will ya, Marc?”

“Make it two.” Triela requested.

The boy opened the refrigerator and fished out the cans. After delivering them to the girls, he chose a Snickers bar for himself and peeled off the wrapper.

“How about you, Claes, want anything?” Britney asked. “I hear Marc make a mean Tom Collins.”

“No thanks, I’m good.” She replied. “I’m saving that for later.”

“Plan on doing some more stargazing?” Rachel smiled.

“I still don’t remember doing that.” Claes began to chuckle. “What I want to know is how did Biff find out about it?”

“I’m not sure.” Britney scrunched her brow. “But If I find out one of my staff is a spy, I’m going to toss them out on their ear.”

It was then Marcello decided he could no longer maintain his silence on this matter. Britney and her staff had always been so kind to him, and he could in no good conscience be the one responsible for sewing any seeds of distrust between them. Once again his loose talk was about to land him in hot water. He sat down close to Triela, and after mustering up his courage, began to speak. “I think… it might have been me.”

“What?!” Britney exclaimed.

“I didn’t mean to!” For the second time that day, Marcello found himself squirming. “I kind of mentioned it to Nuncio one day in the cafeteria… and I guess Biff kind of overheard me. I didn’t even know he was there until it was too late.”

“Why to hell would you even tell Nuncio?” A clearly irritated Claes asked.

“Because he’s cool.” Marcello quietly insisted. “He’d never snitch on us.”

“You fucking blabber mouth!” Rachel snapped. “I ought to kick your ass!”

“Hey, take it easy guys.” Triela said, again coming to her boy’s defense. “It’s not that big a deal. Alright, so he fucked up, but that’s what girl-boy’s do. There’s no real harm done. It obliviously didn’t go any farther than Biff - if it did, we wouldn’t be here right now. This isn’t worth spoiling everything over. Why don’t we just all agree that he’s a complete idiot and leave it at that?”

After giving the matter a moment of thought, and seeing the state the boy was in, Claes was the first to speak up. "I guess he can't help being stupid."

Triela nodded in agreement. "He really can't."

"And he is awfully cute." Britney added. Triela and Claes then stared at her as if she were the true idiot. "What?" The girl shrugged her shoulders. "I’m just saying..."

“Don’t help me, Brit.” Triela responded. The three girls then simultaneously glanced at Rachel.

“Why are you looking at me?” The Puerto Rican girl asked. “I say we pop the hatch and throw his sorry butt overboard. That seems like a fair punishment for treason.”

“Come on.” Triela implored. “Why don’t you stop being a bitch for once in your life? You might actually like it.”

It did not take Rachel long to decide that the incident was not worth putting a damper her vacation. She was there to have a good time, and no mere girl-boy was going to stand in her way. “Whatever.” She then turned and glared at Marcello. “But if you ever decide to run your mouth again, and I mean to anyone, you’ll be signing your own death warrant.”

The pitiful boy simply nodded his head. Triela reached behind him and started to gently rub his back. “Then it’s settled. Everything’s hunky-dory now and we’re all buddy-buddy like.”

“I wouldn’t go that far…” Rachel muttered to herself.

“Shut up!” Triela barked her sister. “As your superior, I’m giving you a direct order to stop tripping and start livin' la vida loca. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal, ma’am.” She gave her sister a military style salute using only her middle finger.

“As my beloved handler put it, there are no longer any cats around.” Britney stood up and retrieved a cigar box from one of the overhead cabinets. Inside were several neatly rolled marijuana cigarettes. “I say we get this party started.”

As the illicit weed was being passed between them, the girls chatted among themselves. Because they had switched from Italian to English, a language Marcello did not understand, he could not help but feel somewhat left out.

“I lined up a very special activity for us.” Britney announced. “On Wednesday, we’re going to Falcon Ridge Stables.”

“What’s there?” Triela asked.

“What do you think?” Britney replied. “It’s where Jumping Jack lives.”

“And who exactly is Jumping Jack?” Rachel inquired as she exhaled a cloud of smoke.

“He’s my horse.” Britney answered. “We’re all going to spend the day horseback riding.”

“I don’t know how to ride a horse.” Claes said.

“Neither do I.” Rachel added. “I’m from New York, the only thing I know about horses is that they always have cops on their backs.”

“Then this is a perfect time for you guy’s to learn. It’s not hard at all.” Britney’s enthusiasm was plain to see. “They have these really neat trails, and the scenery is totally awesome. We’re even going to have box lunches for a picnic and everything.”

“Oh great, pony rides.” Rachel cracked open her energy drink. “What are we, like nine years old?”

“Just give it a chance.” Britney replied. “You’ll love it. I actually had my first orgasm riding a horse.”

“You’re kidding?” Triela found this somewhat amusing.

“No, I’m serious.” She took the joint Claes handed her. “I was right in the middle of a full gallop, and BAM! Man, talk about holding on for dear life.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “Leave it to you to get freaky with a horse.”

“Hey, give me a break, I was just a little kid.” Britney explained. “At the time, I didn’t even know what was happening.”

“You’d better not be doing any saddle humping this time.” Rachel warned. “You embarrass me enough as it is.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” Britney laughed. “Me and JJ are just friends now.”

When the joint came back around to the ignored Marcello, he asked Triela what they were talking about.

“Nothing special.” The blond replied in nonchalant Italian. “Brit was just telling us that her first sexual experience was with a horse.”

The look of shock on the boys face caused the girls to breakdown into uncontrollable fits of laughter.


THE END

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Post by ElfenMagix on Sun 29 Jan 2012 - 19:35

Excellent!
Glad to see it up!

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